Thomas Hood Quotes
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Coquetry is the champagne of love.
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Some sigh for this and that; My wishes don't go far; The world may wag at will, So I have my cigar.
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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.
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When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?
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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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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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There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
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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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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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Comfort and indolence are cronies.
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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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For man may pious texts repeat, And yet religion have no inward seat
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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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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!