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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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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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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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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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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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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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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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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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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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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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Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own How he admires his halves And quarters--and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown.
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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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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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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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Spontaneously to God should turn the soul, Like the magnetic needle to the pole But what were that intrinsic virtue worth, Suppose some fellow, with more zeal than knowledge, Fresh from St. Andrew's College, Should nail the conscious needle to the north?
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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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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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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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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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