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Thomas Hood - The Sun Was Slumbering in the West
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The sun was slumbering in the West, 
My daily labors past; 
On Anna`s soft and gentle breast 
My head reclined at last; 
The darkness closed around, so dear 
To fond congenial souls, 
And thus she murmur`d at my ear, 
"My love, we`re out of coals! 

"That Mister Bond has call`d again, 
Insisting on his rent; 
And all the Todds are coming up 
To see us, out of Kent — 
I quite forgot to tell you John 
Has had a tipsy fall — 
I`m sure there`s something going on 
WIth that vile Mary Hall! 

"Miss Bell has bought the sweetest silk, 
And I have bought the rest — 
Of course, if we go out of town, 
Southend will be the best. 
I really think the Jones`s house 
Would be the thing for us; 
I think I told you Mrs. Pope 
Had parted with her hus — 

"Cook , by the way, came up today, 
To bid me suit myself — 
And what d`ye think? The rats have gnaw`d 
The victuals on the shelf, 
And, lord! there`s such a letter come, 
Inviting you to fight! 
Of course you don`t intend to go — 
God bless you, dear, good night!"
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