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15652	Hood, Thomas	The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood			.txt	text/plain	161562	16016	96	Dark shadows would gather like clouds on its face, Like fears in my eyes, when I walk'd to and fro Like a far fall of waters, or hears where her feet Like a wild beast of love, and perchance to be smitten In past sorrow, no kindness e'er came like a kiss Thy graceful death,--till those blue eyes upbeam'd. What art thou like?--Sometimes I see thee ride Lay half-way open like a rose-lipp'd shell; So like a shape of dreams he left her eye, there's nothing in life like making love, Ev'n like a black cloud at the close of day, To be damp'd once a day, like the great white sea bear, Small things like living water-lilies, The last of creatures in my love or liking is a horse: Like the emmets, "how little we are in our eyes!" Of darkness, like the light of Day	./cache/15652.txt	./txt/15652.txt