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• Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied
  We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died....
• O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Dream...
• One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...
• Drink ye to her that each loves best! And if you nurse a flame That 's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Drink ye to He...
• We delivered our child via natural childbirth, the procedure invented by a man named Lamaze--the Marquis de Lamaze, a disciple of Dr.
  Josef Mengele, who concluded that women could counteract the incredible pain of childbirth through breathing....
• Her tires are a little low.
• Is Death that woman's mate? /Her/ lips were red, /her/ looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold
  Her skin was white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold....
• Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...
• The cold winds swept the mountain-height, And pathless was the dreary wild, And 'mid the cheerless hours of night A mother wandered with her child
  As through the drifting snows she press'd, The babe was sleeping on her breast....