The poetical works of Thomas Hood, ed. by W.M. Rossetti1871 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 30
Página 11
... arms enfolds his knee , That shows more grisly from that fair embrace ; But she will ne'er depart . " Alas ! " quoth she , " My painful fingers I will here enlace Till I have gain'd your pity for our race . " What have we ever done to ...
... arms enfolds his knee , That shows more grisly from that fair embrace ; But she will ne'er depart . " Alas ! " quoth she , " My painful fingers I will here enlace Till I have gain'd your pity for our race . " What have we ever done to ...
Página 22
... arms ! and , in a wayward strain , He ' gan to elegise that fellow wretch That with mute gestures answer'd him again , Saying , ' Poor slave , how long wilt thou remain Life's sad weak captive in a prison strong , Hoping with tears to ...
... arms ! and , in a wayward strain , He ' gan to elegise that fellow wretch That with mute gestures answer'd him again , Saying , ' Poor slave , how long wilt thou remain Life's sad weak captive in a prison strong , Hoping with tears to ...
Página 23
... arms in hideous fray , Besides sleek ashes with their dappled bark , Like crafty serpents climbing for a prey , With many blasted oaks moss - grown and grey . " But here upon his final desperate clause Suddenly I pronounced so sweet a ...
... arms in hideous fray , Besides sleek ashes with their dappled bark , Like crafty serpents climbing for a prey , With many blasted oaks moss - grown and grey . " But here upon his final desperate clause Suddenly I pronounced so sweet a ...
Página 29
... arm powerless and tame . His be perpetual glory for the shame Of hoary Saturn in that grand defeat ! — But I must tell how here Titania came With all her kneeling lieges , to entreat His kindly succour , in sad tones , but sweet Saying ...
... arm powerless and tame . His be perpetual glory for the shame Of hoary Saturn in that grand defeat ! — But I must tell how here Titania came With all her kneeling lieges , to entreat His kindly succour , in sad tones , but sweet Saying ...
Página 31
... bloody morts ; Or if the gunner , with his arm , appears , Like noisy pyes and jays , with harsh reports , They warn the wild fowl of his deadly sports . " For these are kindly ministers of nature , To MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 31.
... bloody morts ; Or if the gunner , with his arm , appears , Like noisy pyes and jays , with harsh reports , They warn the wild fowl of his deadly sports . " For these are kindly ministers of nature , To MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 31.
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, Ed. by W. M. Rossetti Thomas Hood Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
arms beauty began bird blood born breath bright cheek clouds cold course dark dead dear Death deep door double dream earth eyes face fair fairy fall fear fell gave gaze gentle give gold golden gone grave green grief half hand hath head heart Hood hope horse hour human keep Kilmansegg kind leaves light living look mind Miss moon morning nature never night o'er once play poor rich ring rose round seem'd sighs sight sing sleep song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stand stood sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought Till took tree true turn turn'd Twas warm wave wild wind wings young
Pasajes populares
Página 179 - 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! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Página 179 - 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 378 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee!
Página 94 - 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 I PART II.
Página xxxiii - 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...
Página 194 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Página 95 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Página 183 - 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 343 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms : But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot 1
Página 101 - Oh what a tale they told of fear intense, Of horror and amazement ! What human creature in the dead of night Had coursed like hunted hare that cruel distance ? Had sought the door, the window in his flight, Striving for dear existence ? What shrieking spirit in that bloody room Its mortal frame had violently quitted? — Across the sunbeam, with a sudden gloom, A ghostly shadow flitted.