44 ordspråk av Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood föddes den
23 Mai 1799 och dog den 3 Mai
1845 - wrote poem Eugene Aram's Dream 1829, b.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. "Lives" of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn
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"Lives" of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn
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A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
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A hollow voice is all I have / But this I tell you plain, / Marry come up! - you marry, Ma'am, / And I'll come up again.
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A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
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Alas! my everlasting peace / Is broken into pieces.
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Being used but sisterly salutes to feel, Insipid things - like sandwiches of veal
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Ben Battle was a soldier bold, / And used to war's alarms: / But a cannon-ball took off his legs, / So he laid down his arms.
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But evil is wrought by want of thought as well as want of heart!
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For here I leave my second leg, / And the Forty-second Foot.
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For one of the pleasures of having a rout, / Is the pleasure of having it over.
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - He paints in nature and describes in rime
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Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
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His death which happened in his berth, / At forty-odd befell: / They went and told the sexton, and / The sexton toll'd the bell.
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I can't do as much as I used to, but I can still grow a little corn, tomatoes and some cucumbers in my organic garden out back.
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