Complete poetical worksGeorge P. Putnam, 1862 |
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Página xix
... turned away - as many have done - disappointed , for the countenance , in repose , was of melancholy rather than of mirth ; there was something calm , even b to solemnity , in the upper portion of the face LIFE OF HOOD . xix.
... turned away - as many have done - disappointed , for the countenance , in repose , was of melancholy rather than of mirth ; there was something calm , even b to solemnity , in the upper portion of the face LIFE OF HOOD . xix.
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... turned fragrance in his breath , Kissed by sad Zephyr , guilty of his death . " The widowed primrose weeping to the moon , And saffron crocus in whose chalice bright A cool libation hoarded for the noon Is kept and she that purifies the ...
... turned fragrance in his breath , Kissed by sad Zephyr , guilty of his death . " The widowed primrose weeping to the moon , And saffron crocus in whose chalice bright A cool libation hoarded for the noon Is kept and she that purifies the ...
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... Turning their solemn looks to half a smile- Like a straight stick shown crooked in the tide ; But soon a novel advocate I spied . Quoth he , " We teach all natures to fulfil Their fore - appointed crafts , and instincts meet , - The ...
... Turning their solemn looks to half a smile- Like a straight stick shown crooked in the tide ; But soon a novel advocate I spied . Quoth he , " We teach all natures to fulfil Their fore - appointed crafts , and instincts meet , - The ...
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... turned their smoothest madrigals , To sing to ladies in their banquet - halls . " And when the hot sun with his steadfast heat Parches the river god , whose dusty urn Drips miserly , till soon his crystal feet Against his pebbly floor ...
... turned their smoothest madrigals , To sing to ladies in their banquet - halls . " And when the hot sun with his steadfast heat Parches the river god , whose dusty urn Drips miserly , till soon his crystal feet Against his pebbly floor ...
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... Turning her buds to rosemary and rue ; And all their merry minstrelsy did drown , And laid each lusty leaper in the dew ; So thou shalt fare and every jovial crew ! " Here he lets go the struggling imp , to clutch His mortal engine with ...
... Turning her buds to rosemary and rue ; And all their merry minstrelsy did drown , And laid each lusty leaper in the dew ; So thou shalt fare and every jovial crew ! " Here he lets go the struggling imp , to clutch His mortal engine with ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty bird blood bloom breath Bridge of Sighs bright brow Charles Lamb cheek cloud cold crooked dame dance dark dead deaf dear death doth dream earth elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath head heard heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horrid human hung kiss light limbs lips living look Love's lullaby Lycus Meanwhile melancholy Miss Kilmansegg moon morn Nelly Gray never night Number o'er once Otto of Roses pale perchance pity poor raining music rich rose Rotterdam round Sally Brown Saturn seemed shade shadows shine sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thrush tree trumpet turned voice walk wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings young zounds
Pasajes populares
Página 147 - ... Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch, She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Página 149 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Página 178 - 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...
Página 179 - 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. I remember, I remember The...
Página xxvii - ... to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 144 - Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses, Escaped from the comb — Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Página 361 - But could not though he tried : His head was turned, and so he chewed His pigtail till he died. His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton toll'd the bell.
Página 149 - 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 She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Página 164 - She went away with song, With music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng; But some were sad, and felt no mirth, But only music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long.
Página 431 - With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door, the door ! he'll tumble down the stair !) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy...