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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; --Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.Thomas Hood
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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.Thomas Hood
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No sun–no moon! No morn–no noon– No dawn– No sky–no earthly view– No distance looking blue– No road–no street–no "t'other side the way"– No end to any Row– No indications where the Crescents go– No top to any steeple– No recognitions of familiar people– No courtesies for showing 'em– No knowing 'em! No traveling at all–no locomotion, No inkling of the way–no notion– "No go"–by land or ocean– No mail–no post– No news from any foreign coast– No park–no ring–no afternoon gentility– No company–no nobility– No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member– No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November! .Thomas Hood
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SilenceTHERE 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 wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; No voice is hush'd–no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground: But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox or wild hyæna calls, And owls, that flit continually between, Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan– There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.Thomas Hood
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When Eve upon the first of MenThe apple press’d with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not adamant!Thomas Hood
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When Eve upon the first of men The apple pressed with specious cant Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not adamant.Thomas Hood
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The year's in the wane There is nothing adoring The night has no eve And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!Thomas Hood
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Oh God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!Thomas Hood
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There are three things which the public will always clamor for sooner or later: namely novelty novelty novelty.Thomas Hood
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It is not linen you're wearing out But human creatures' lives.Thomas Hood
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O bed! O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven on earth to the weary head!Thomas Hood
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Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow hard and coldThomas Hood
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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! "Thomas Hood
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English I remember I remember The house where I was born The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!Thomas Hood
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No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!Thomas Hood
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O God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!Thomas Hood
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Oh! would I were dead now Or up in my bed now To cover my head now And have a good cry!Thomas Hood
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.Thomas Hood
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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!Thomas Hood
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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