Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

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The world is with me, and its many cares,
Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears
That wait on all terrestrial affairs--
The shades of former and of future years--
Forboding fancies and prophetic tears,
Quelling a spirit that was once elate.
Heavens! what a wilderness the world appears,
Where youth, and mirth, and health are out of date;
But no--a laugh of innocence and joy
Resounds, like music of the fairy race,
And, gladly turning from the world's annoy,
I gaze upon a little radiant face,
And bless, internally, the merry boy
Who "makes a son-shine in a shady place." 

1. My Heart Is Sick with Longing
2. Song (The stars are with the voyager)
3. Sonnet on Receiving a Gift
4. In Rotterdam
5. The Two Peacocks of Bedfont

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