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... True Fragment .- " Farewell - Farewell " The Two Swans . — A Fairy Tale PAGE 202 203 204 204 • 206 · Stanzas to Tom Woodgate of Hastings Time , Hope , and Memory . Flowers 215 219 220 Ballad .- " She's and gone " up The Two Peacocks of ...
... True Fragment .- " Farewell - Farewell " The Two Swans . — A Fairy Tale PAGE 202 203 204 204 • 206 · Stanzas to Tom Woodgate of Hastings Time , Hope , and Memory . Flowers 215 219 220 Ballad .- " She's and gone " up The Two Peacocks of ...
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... True Story Tim Turpin . A Pathetic Ballad The Monkey - Martyr . A Fable Craniology A Parthian Glance A Sailor's Apology for Bow - Legs . The Stag - Eyed Lady . A Moorish Tale 301 306 307 308 311 312 313 · 315 316 322 ! · • 327 331 334 ...
... True Story Tim Turpin . A Pathetic Ballad The Monkey - Martyr . A Fable Craniology A Parthian Glance A Sailor's Apology for Bow - Legs . The Stag - Eyed Lady . A Moorish Tale 301 306 307 308 311 312 313 · 315 316 322 ! · • 327 331 334 ...
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... true poet who " sang the Song of the Shirt . " The face of Hood is best known by two busts and an oil portrait which have both been engraved from . It is the sort of face to which apparently a bust does more than justice , yet less than ...
... true poet who " sang the Song of the Shirt . " The face of Hood is best known by two busts and an oil portrait which have both been engraved from . It is the sort of face to which apparently a bust does more than justice , yet less than ...
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... true chime and varied resources of verse . His aptitude for the art of design was probably greater than might be inferred from the many comic woodcut drawings which he has left . These are irresistibly ludicrous- ( who would not laugh ...
... true chime and varied resources of verse . His aptitude for the art of design was probably greater than might be inferred from the many comic woodcut drawings which he has left . These are irresistibly ludicrous- ( who would not laugh ...
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... true or hearty for the limits which a precarious and very moderate income necessarily imposed on it , was in accordance with the general sentiments of kindness which he was wont to express both in public and private : if he preached ...
... true or hearty for the limits which a precarious and very moderate income necessarily imposed on it , was in accordance with the general sentiments of kindness which he was wont to express both in public and private : if he preached ...
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began bird blood bloom bow'd breath bright brow call'd cheek clouds cold cried dance dark dead dear Death doth dream earth eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloomy gold Golden Leg grave green Gretna Green grief hand hath head heart heaven Hood Hood's horrid horse Huggins human John Hamilton Reynolds John Huggins light limb living look look'd Lycus maid Meanwhile merry Miss Kilmansegg moon morning Nelly Gray never night o'er once Otto of Roses perchance Peter Stone poor Quoth raining music rose round Sally Brown seem'd shade shine sighs sing sleep song soon sorrow soul stamp'd stept stood sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thro took tree turn turn'd Twas wave weep Whilst wild William dear WILLIAM MICHAEL ROSSETTI wings
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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.