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Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.

Thomas Hood

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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.
Sorrow
Comfort
Prove
Literature
Depose
Experience
Enables
Sickness
Seasons
Blessing

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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, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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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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Bells are musics laughter.
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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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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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Fuss is the froth of business.
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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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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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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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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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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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The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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The year's in wane There is nothing adorning The night has no eve, And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!
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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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