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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
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London
England
T. H.
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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.
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Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
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Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
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Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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