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• Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...
• Even God's providence Seeming estrang'd. -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh
• Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...
• O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Dream...
• With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread,-- Stitch!
  itch! stitch! -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Death-Bed...
• Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied
  We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died....
• Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap In imperceptible water.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Christening...
• Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Moral...