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But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair.

— 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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