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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
Thomas Hood
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A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
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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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What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.
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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!
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Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!"
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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
Thomas Hood
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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.
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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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And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
Thomas Hood