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She stood breast-high amid the corn
Clasped by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.

— Thomas Hood

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A man that's fond precociously of stirring,
Must be a spoon.

Morning Meditations (1839)

But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart.

There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

Another tumble! That's his precious nose!

Oh would I were dead now,
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now,
And have a good cry!

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