No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, 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 (1798 - 1845)
Contributed by: Zaady
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
Source: Her Dream.
There's Bardus, a six-foot column of fop, A lighthouse without any light atop.
Source: Miss Kilmansegg. Her First Step
A man that 's fond precociously of stirring Must be a spoon.
Source: Morning Meditations.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Source: Ode to Melancholy.
Another tumble! That 's his precious nose!
Source: Parental Ode to my Infant Son.
Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.
Source: The Season.
Even God's providence Seeming estrang'd.
Source: The Bridge of Sighs.
For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
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