The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas HoodH. Frowde, 1906 - 773 páginas |
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... live again , and deathless Di Vernon , of course , shall often live again- Whilst there's a stone in Newgate , or a chain , * Who can pass by Nor feel the Thief ' s in prison and at hand ? There be Old Bailey Jarvys on the stand ! ΙΟ I ...
... live again , and deathless Di Vernon , of course , shall often live again- Whilst there's a stone in Newgate , or a chain , * Who can pass by Nor feel the Thief ' s in prison and at hand ? There be Old Bailey Jarvys on the stand ! ΙΟ I ...
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... live beyond The Sound of Lancaster ! 31 180 O come away at any rate- Well hast thou earn'd a downier state- With all thy hardy peers— Good lack , thou must be glad to smell dock , And rub thy feet with opodeldock , After such frosty ...
... live beyond The Sound of Lancaster ! 31 180 O come away at any rate- Well hast thou earn'd a downier state- With all thy hardy peers— Good lack , thou must be glad to smell dock , And rub thy feet with opodeldock , After such frosty ...
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... live and how to die ! ' There came thy Cousin - Cook , good Mrs. Fry- There Trench , the Thames Projector , first brought on His sine Quay non- There Martin would drop in on Monday eves , Or Fridays , from the pens , and raise his ...
... live and how to die ! ' There came thy Cousin - Cook , good Mrs. Fry- There Trench , the Thames Projector , first brought on His sine Quay non- There Martin would drop in on Monday eves , Or Fridays , from the pens , and raise his ...
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... live , Knowing it was too soon to give , Just then , a homily on their sins , ( For cooking ends ere grace begins ) Or hand his tracts to the untractable Till they could keep a more exact table- For nature has her proper courses , And ...
... live , Knowing it was too soon to give , Just then , a homily on their sins , ( For cooking ends ere grace begins ) Or hand his tracts to the untractable Till they could keep a more exact table- For nature has her proper courses , And ...
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... out , why ? She likes to heare the Deer Dogges crye , And see the wild Stag how he stretches The naturall Buck - skin of his Breeches , DECEMBER AND MAY ' Crabbed Age and Youth cannot live 50 A FAIRY TALE The Fall of the Deer.
... out , why ? She likes to heare the Deer Dogges crye , And see the wild Stag how he stretches The naturall Buck - skin of his Breeches , DECEMBER AND MAY ' Crabbed Age and Youth cannot live 50 A FAIRY TALE The Fall of the Deer.
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The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a ..., Volúmenes1-2 Thomas Hood Vista completa - 1859 |
Términos y frases comunes
Apollonius birds blood blue breath bright brow Burn cheek clouds cold cried dark dead dear death dream drink EPIGRAM Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear friends gaze gold golden gone grave green grief hair hand hast hath head hear heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horse John Huggins Jonathan Blewitt JOSEPH GRIMALDI Lady Lamia legs light lips live London Magazine look look'd Lord Lycius Lycus maid Miss moon morn ne'er never night nose Number o'er Old Bailey once poor rose round Sally Brown seem'd shine sigh sing sleep song SONNET soon sorrow soul stood sure sweet tears thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thro turn turn'd Twas wave weep Whilst wild wind wings wretched young Zounds ΤΟ
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Página 644 - Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers 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? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Página 621 - 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 621 - 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 621 - 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 528 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 736 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Página 644 - 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 hurled— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world...
Página 529 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Página 753 - A whole assembly worship thee ! At once they sing, at once they pray, They hear of heaven and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a little heaven below : Not all my pleasure and my play, Shall tempt me to forget this day.
Página 621 - Work ! work ! work ! My labour never flags ; and what are its wages ? A bed of straw, a crust of bread — and rags. That shattered roof and this naked floor, a table, a broken chair, and a wall so blank, my shadow I thank for sometimes falling there.