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• Breathe deep the gathering gloom. Watch lights fade from every room.
  Bed-sitter people look back and lament; another day's useless energies spent....
• With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red
  Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled....
• Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Moral...
• Her eyes were cold and harsh, which made them tough to chew.
• Her lips were red, and one was thin; Compared with that was next her chin,-- Some bee had stung it newly.
  -- Sir John Suckling (1609-1641) -- Ballad upon a Wedding...
• One dusty July afternoon, somewhere around the turn of the century, Patrick Malone was in Mulcahey's Bar, bending an elbow with the other street car conductors from the Brooklyn Traction Company.
  While they were discussing the merits of a local ring hero, the bar goes silent....
• Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Rich and rare were the Gems she wore...
• The Worst American Poet Julia Moore, "the Sweet Singer of Michigan" (1847-1920) was so bad that Mark Twain said her first book gave him joy for 20 years.
  Her verse was mainly concerned with violent death -- the great fire of Chicago and the yellow fever epidemic proved natural subjects for her pen....
• If brains were dynamite, she wouldn't have enough to blow her nose.