O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)
Source: Her Dream.
Contributed by: Zaady
O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
Source: The Song of the Shirt.
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.
How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.
Source: Her Moral.
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