The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volumen1Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
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... cloud - some bloomy rain , Then circling the bright Moon , had wash'd her car , And still bedew'd it with a various stain : Lastly came Ariel , shooting from a star , Who bears all fairy embassies afar . X. But Oberon , that night ...
... cloud - some bloomy rain , Then circling the bright Moon , had wash'd her car , And still bedew'd it with a various stain : Lastly came Ariel , shooting from a star , Who bears all fairy embassies afar . X. But Oberon , that night ...
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... wreck and uttermost distress , Yea , our poor empire's fall and overthrow , For this was my long vision's dreadful stress , And when I waked my trouble was not less . XIV . " Whenever to the clouds I tried to 18 THE PLEA OF THE.
... wreck and uttermost distress , Yea , our poor empire's fall and overthrow , For this was my long vision's dreadful stress , And when I waked my trouble was not less . XIV . " Whenever to the clouds I tried to 18 THE PLEA OF THE.
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With a Memoir Thomas Hood. XIV . " Whenever to the clouds I tried to seek , Such leaden weight dragg'd these Icarian wings , My faithless wand was wavering and weak , And slimy toads had trespass'd in our rings- The birds refused to sing ...
With a Memoir Thomas Hood. XIV . " Whenever to the clouds I tried to seek , Such leaden weight dragg'd these Icarian wings , My faithless wand was wavering and weak , And slimy toads had trespass'd in our rings- The birds refused to sing ...
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... cloud , When vanish'd larks are carolling above , To wake Apollo with their pipings loud ; - If ever thou hast heard in leafy shroud The sweet and plaintive Sappho of the dell , Show thy sweet mercy on this little crowd , And we will ...
... cloud , When vanish'd larks are carolling above , To wake Apollo with their pipings loud ; - If ever thou hast heard in leafy shroud The sweet and plaintive Sappho of the dell , Show thy sweet mercy on this little crowd , And we will ...
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... clouds that made them grow . XXXVI . " The pastoral cowslips are our little pets , And daisy stars , whose firmament is green ; Pansies , and those veil'd nuns , meek violets , Sighing to that warm world from which they screen ; And ...
... clouds that made them grow . XXXVI . " The pastoral cowslips are our little pets , And daisy stars , whose firmament is green ; Pansies , and those veil'd nuns , meek violets , Sighing to that warm world from which they screen ; And ...
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birds blood bloom blue bow'd breath bright brow call'd cheeks clouds cold d'ye think Dame dance dark dead deaf dear death doth dream earth elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Gold Sticks Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath head heard heart HERO AND LEANDER hollow horrid human hung Hyæna leaves light limbs lips living look'd looks Love's Lullaby LYCUS Meanwhile Miss Kilmansegg moon morn Naiad Nelly Gray never night o'er Otto of Roses pale perchance pity raining music rich rose Rotterdam round Sally Brown Saturn seem'd shade shadows shine sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd sweet tears tender thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thrush tongue trees Trumpet turn'd Twas vext voice wave weep Whilst wild wind wings wretched young
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Página 155 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Página 155 - Work — work — work, Till the brain begins to swim; Work — work — work, Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures
Página 206 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.
Página 206 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Página 153 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Página 118 - And souls untouched by sin ; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in : Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, — Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can...
Página 122 - And peace went with them one and all, And each calm pillow spread ; But guilt was my grim chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red...
Página 152 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly. Loving, not loathing, — Touch her not scornfully ; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly ; Not of the stains of her — All that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
Página 123 - One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave ; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave, Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave...
Página 426 - In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, Thou idol of thy parents (Drat the boy ! There goes my ink !) Thou...