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• And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Ode to Melancholy...
• There 's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Ode to Melancholy...
• No solemn sanctimonious face I pull, Nor think I 'm pious when I 'm only biliou
  Nor study in my sanctum supercilious, To frame a Sabbath Bill or forge a Bull....
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• And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Ode to the Memory of Bu...
• Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2
• Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap In imperceptible water.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Christening...
• For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Morning Meditatio...
• My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...