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... leaves Till they be gold , —and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind breathes from a chiller clime ; - That forth I fared , on one of those still ...
... leaves Till they be gold , —and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind breathes from a chiller clime ; - That forth I fared , on one of those still ...
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... leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the grey owlet's beak . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken Appear'd the loyal Fays . - Some by degrees Crept from the primrose buds that ...
... leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the grey owlet's beak . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken Appear'd the loyal Fays . - Some by degrees Crept from the primrose buds that ...
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... leaves , when , as the Zephyrs swoon , All on their drooping stems they sink unfann'd , —— So into silence droop'd the fairy band , To see their empress dear so pale and still Crowding her softly round on either hand , As pale as frosty ...
... leaves , when , as the Zephyrs swoon , All on their drooping stems they sink unfann'd , —— So into silence droop'd the fairy band , To see their empress dear so pale and still Crowding her softly round on either hand , As pale as frosty ...
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... leaves . " And lo ! upon a mast rear'd far aloft , He bore a very bright and crescent blade , The which he waved so ... leaf was lifted by his sigh . 1 " And ever , as he sigh'd , his foggy 8 THE PLEA OF THE.
... leaves . " And lo ! upon a mast rear'd far aloft , He bore a very bright and crescent blade , The which he waved so ... leaf was lifted by his sigh . 1 " And ever , as he sigh'd , his foggy 8 THE PLEA OF THE.
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... leaves to ravish from the tree , - Or crumbling battlements for thy defeat ? Think but what vaur.ting monuments there be Builded in spite and mockery of thee . " O fret away the fabric walls of Fame , And grind down marble Cæsars with ...
... leaves to ravish from the tree , - Or crumbling battlements for thy defeat ? Think but what vaur.ting monuments there be Builded in spite and mockery of thee . " O fret away the fabric walls of Fame , And grind down marble Cæsars with ...
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beauty began bird blood bow'd breath bright brow call'd cheek cloth gilt clouds cold Crown 8vo dance dark dead dear Death doth dream earth Edition Engravings Eugene Aram eyes face fairy fancy Fcap fear flowers gaze gentle gilt edges gloomy gold Golden Leg grave green Gretna Green grief GUSTAVE DORÉ half-calf hand hath head heart heaven Hood's horrid horse Huggins Illustrated John Hamilton Reynolds John Huggins light living LOCK look look'd Lord Lycus maid merry Miss Kilmansegg moon morning never night o'er once perchance Peter Stone Poems Poetical Poets poor Quoth raining music rose round Salisbury Square Sally Brown seem'd shine sighs sing song soon sorrow soul stept stood sweet tears thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thro took tree turn'd Twas wave weep Whilst WILLIAM MICHAEL ROSSETTI wings
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Página 181 - 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 182 - 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 3 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river : Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world...
Página 182 - O, men, with sisters dear! O, men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch — stitch — stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt.
Página 252 - 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. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
Página 182 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Página 95 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted!
Página 1 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; 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 393 - Poems, with Biographies, is added to these. Thus, in one book, a view of the Growth and Changes of the English Language, as seen in its Highest Developments, is possible. Not less than a Thousand Volumes have been examined in order to form a selection worthy to receive respect and regard from all Lovers of the Divine Art of Poesy.
Página 4 - Fashion' d so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently,- — kindly, — Smooth and compose them : And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurr'd by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly; As if praying dumbly, Over her breast ! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour,...