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Lear

A poor old king, with sorrow for my crown,

Throned upon straw, and mantled with the wind— For pity, my own tears have made me blind That I might never see my children's frown;

And, may be, madness, like a friend, has thrown A folded fillet over my dark mind,

So that unkindly speech may sound for kind— Albeit I know not.—I am childish grown— And have not gold to purchase wit withal— I that have once maintain'd most royal state— A very bankrupt now that may not call My child, my child—all beggar'd save in tears,

Wherewith I daily weep an old man's fate,

Foolish—and blind—and overcome with years!

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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood (23 May 1799 – 3 May 1845) was an English poet, author and humorist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Son…
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