Thomas Hood Quotes
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At night, to his own dark fancies a prey, he lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, tormenting himself with his prickles (Thomas Hood Quotes)
Hundreds of men were turned into beasts, like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts, by the magic of ale and cider (Thomas Hood Quotes)
Sweet are the little brooks that run o'er pebbles glancing in the sun, singing in soothing tones (Thomas Hood Quotes)