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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.

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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
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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Bells are musics laughter.
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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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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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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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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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My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse, or read-- Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.
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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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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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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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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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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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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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