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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
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London
England
T. H.
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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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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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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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Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
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With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.
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The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey!
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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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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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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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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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.
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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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O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
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Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
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