The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volumen1Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
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... thing to be born a citizen of the world's greatest city . " The best incident of his boyhood was his instruction by a schoolmaster who appreciated his talents , and , as he says , “ made him feel it impossible not to take an interest in ...
... thing to be born a citizen of the world's greatest city . " The best incident of his boyhood was his instruction by a schoolmaster who appreciated his talents , and , as he says , “ made him feel it impossible not to take an interest in ...
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... things can best support and encourage his lively vein of in- offensive and humorous satires . " Whims and Odd- ities , National Tales , Tylney Hall , a novel , and The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies , followed . In these works the ...
... things can best support and encourage his lively vein of in- offensive and humorous satires . " Whims and Odd- ities , National Tales , Tylney Hall , a novel , and The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies , followed . In these works the ...
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... thing generally too frail and beautiful to withstand the rude handling of Time : but the Poet has made this most perishable part of the mind's creation equal to the most enduring ; he has so intertwined the Elfins with human sympathies ...
... thing generally too frail and beautiful to withstand the rude handling of Time : but the Poet has made this most perishable part of the mind's creation equal to the most enduring ; he has so intertwined the Elfins with human sympathies ...
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... Things born of thought to vanish or to bloom V. And there were many birds of many dyes , From tree to tree still faring to and fro , And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes , And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glow , Like ...
... Things born of thought to vanish or to bloom V. And there were many birds of many dyes , From tree to tree still faring to and fro , And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes , And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glow , Like ...
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... things Disown'd their old allegiance to our spells ; The rude bees prick'd me with their rebel stings ; And , when I pass'd , the valley - lily's bells Rang out , methought , most melancholy knells . XV . " And ever on the faint and ...
... things Disown'd their old allegiance to our spells ; The rude bees prick'd me with their rebel stings ; And , when I pass'd , the valley - lily's bells Rang out , methought , most melancholy knells . XV . " And ever on the faint and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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...