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Tis like the birthday of the world,
When earth was born in bloom;
The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume:
There's crimson buds, and white and blue,
The very rainbow showers
Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers.

Thomas Hood

We watched her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.

Thomas Hood

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

Thomas Hood

No sun—no moon—no morn—no noon,
No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day,
No warmth—no cheerfulness—no healthful ease,
No road, no street, no t' other side the way,
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

When he is forsaken,
Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?

Thomas Hood

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.

Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

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Born: May 23, 1799

Died: May 3, 1845 (aged 45)

Bio: Thomas Hood was an English poet, author and humourist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Song of the Shirt". Hood wrote regularly for The London Magazine, the Athenaeum, and Punch.

Known for:

The poetical works of Thomas Hood
The works of Thomas Hood (1840)
The comic annual, (1830)
Whims and oddities (1826)
Faithless Nelly Gray: A Pathetic Ballad

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