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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.

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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Fond
Action
Must
Men
Spoon
Spoons
Stirring

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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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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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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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I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
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No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
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What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me 'dust to dust.'
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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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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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Bells are musics laughter.
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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