The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volumen1Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
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... thee . XXII . " O fret away the fabric walls of Fame , And grind down marble Cæsars with the dust : Make tombs inscriptionless - raze each high name , And waste old armours of renown with rust : Do all of this , and thy revenge is just ...
... thee . XXII . " O fret away the fabric walls of Fame , And grind down marble Cæsars with the dust : Make tombs inscriptionless - raze each high name , And waste old armours of renown with rust : Do all of this , and thy revenge is just ...
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... thee from thy honey prize- If ever thy sweet son sat on thy thighs , And wooed thee from thy careful thoughts within To watch the harmless beauty of his eyes , Or glad thy fingers on his smooth soft skin , For Love's dear sake , let us ...
... thee from thy honey prize- If ever thy sweet son sat on thy thighs , And wooed thee from thy careful thoughts within To watch the harmless beauty of his eyes , Or glad thy fingers on his smooth soft skin , For Love's dear sake , let us ...
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... thee , whose duty Or spite it is to havoc and to slay : Too many a lovely race razed quite away , Hath left large gaps in life and human loving : - Here then begin thy cruel war to stay , And spare fresh sighs , and tears , and groans ...
... thee , whose duty Or spite it is to havoc and to slay : Too many a lovely race razed quite away , Hath left large gaps in life and human loving : - Here then begin thy cruel war to stay , And spare fresh sighs , and tears , and groans ...
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... thee many a pleasant scrape . " XCIV . Then Saturn thus : -shaking his crooked blade O'erhead , which made aloft a lightning flash In all the fairies ' eyes , dismally fray'd ! His ensuing voice came like the thunder crash- Meanwhile ...
... thee many a pleasant scrape . " XCIV . Then Saturn thus : -shaking his crooked blade O'erhead , which made aloft a lightning flash In all the fairies ' eyes , dismally fray'd ! His ensuing voice came like the thunder crash- Meanwhile ...
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... thee , The fading power of a failing land , Who for her kingdom kneeleth to implore thee , Now menaced by this tyrant's spoiling hand ; No one but thee can hopefully withstand That crooked blade , he longeth so to lift . I pray thee ...
... thee , The fading power of a failing land , Who for her kingdom kneeleth to implore thee , Now menaced by this tyrant's spoiling hand ; No one but thee can hopefully withstand That crooked blade , he longeth so to lift . I pray thee ...
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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...