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“No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!”
-- Thomas Hood
#Flower #Butterfly #Autumn
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“I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Fall #Autumn #Silence
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“I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.”
-- Thomas Hood
#House #Littles #Sun
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“Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!”
-- Thomas Hood
#Famous Love #Art #Valentine
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“Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Mind #Wire #Brass
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“Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Horse #Fear #Failure
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“O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Insomnia #Heaven #Bed
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“When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?”
-- Thomas Hood
#Teamwork #Bees #Honey
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“The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.”
-- Thomas Hood
#White #Saint #Lilies
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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!”
-- Thomas Hood
#Moon #Fickle #Shade
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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.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Sex #Writing #Sight
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“Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?”
-- Thomas Hood
#Mother #Art #Moon
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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.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Inspirational #Red #Rags
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“Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Sweet #Jasmine
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“Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Cutting #Form
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“When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!”
-- Thomas Hood
#Men #Apples #Firsts
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“A moment's thinking is an hour in words.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Wisdom #Thinking #Moments
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“He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Lying #Hedgehogs #Way
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“For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Lying #Half #Easy
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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.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Love #Bows #Hats
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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.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Flower #Butterfly #Moon
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“Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Ocean #Toss #Wave
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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?”
-- Thomas Hood
#Eye #Drawing #Done
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“What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Soul #Mind #Matter
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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
#Blessing #Sorrow #Literature
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“There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Mirth #Melancholy #Strings
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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.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Honey #Bees #Drones
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“Fuss is the froth of business.”
-- Thomas Hood
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“Coquetry is the champagne of love.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Coquetry #Coquette #Champagne
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“Comfort and indolence are cronies.”
-- Thomas Hood
#Comfort #Indolence #Cronies
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