Thomas Hood Quotes
What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me 'dust to dust.'
Thomas Hood
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What's the most important thing in the world? It's love, and I look at that as an energy, not a sentiment.
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Once they ask for a recount, we will provide them with a recount.
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The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow, and drives the bee to match at home Their calculated honeycomb, Is abacus and rose combined.An icy sweetness fills my mind, A sense that under thing and wing Lies, taut yet living, coiled, the spring.
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Since you types wouldn't be happy unless you're unhappy, I wouldn't dare try to take your joy away by solving your problems.
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For the last years now I've had my own academy where I train Brazilian Jujitsu and Tae boxing, Muay Thai everyday.
Sean Patrick Flanery
What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me 'dust to dust.'
Thomas Hood
