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Boughs Are Daily Rifled By The Gusty Thieves, And The Book Of Nature Getteth Short Of Leaves.
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Boughs are daily rifled
By the gusty thieves,
And the book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves.
-- Thomas Hood (1798-1845)
-- The Season
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No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, .
. . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, ....
Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book v, Line 1798...
A signature short of a book.
Nature abhors a hero. -- Solomon Sho
That's it then! Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orpha
o more merciful beheadings; and call off Christmas!...
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
-- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Ode to Melancholy...
Even God's providence Seeming estrang'd. -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh
Extremes meet, as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth -- Thomas Hood
Science opens to us the book of nature; comedy, the book of human nature.