The Poetical Works of Thomas HoodWard, Lock, 1880 - 475 páginas |
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... mind to be an author , nor because his natural faculty had been steadily or studiously cultivated . As to details , it may be remarked that his schooling included some amount - perhaps a fair * The authority - I might almost say , the ...
... mind to be an author , nor because his natural faculty had been steadily or studiously cultivated . As to details , it may be remarked that his schooling included some amount - perhaps a fair * The authority - I might almost say , the ...
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... is stated to have had good manners , a cultivated mind , and literary tastes , though a high educa- tional standard is not always traceable in her letters At B any rate , the marriage was a happy one ; xvi PREFATORY NOTICE .
... is stated to have had good manners , a cultivated mind , and literary tastes , though a high educa- tional standard is not always traceable in her letters At B any rate , the marriage was a happy one ; xvi PREFATORY NOTICE .
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... mind exalted and magnanimous by habit , or " gentle " in the older and more significant mean- ing of the term . The time was now come for Hood to venture a volume upon the world . Conjointly with Reynolds , he wrote , and published in ...
... mind exalted and magnanimous by habit , or " gentle " in the older and more significant mean- ing of the term . The time was now come for Hood to venture a volume upon the world . Conjointly with Reynolds , he wrote , and published in ...
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... minds , and bent , with singular inveteracy , upon being " funny , " - though not funny and nothing else at all . But we should not force this considera- tion too far : Hood is the central figure in the group and the period , and the ...
... minds , and bent , with singular inveteracy , upon being " funny , " - though not funny and nothing else at all . But we should not force this considera- tion too far : Hood is the central figure in the group and the period , and the ...
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... mind and associations of this great humourist . Here it is , as given in the Hood Memorials from Sir Jonah Barrington's Memoirs : — 66 " Tim , ' says he.- ' Sir , ' says he.- he ; ' Fetch me my hat , ' says ' That I may go , ' says he ...
... mind and associations of this great humourist . Here it is , as given in the Hood Memorials from Sir Jonah Barrington's Memoirs : — 66 " Tim , ' says he.- ' Sir , ' says he.- he ; ' Fetch me my hat , ' says ' That I may go , ' says he ...
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Página 180 - 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 ! Oh, Men, with Sisters dear ! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures...
Página 183 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
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 1 - 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 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 benumb'd, As well as the weary hand.
Página 178 - Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold ! -Gold ! Gold ! Gold...
Página 193 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main; But here the autumn Melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Página xxxv - 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 346 - His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.
Página 347 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, — Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again ; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain ; And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves ; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves ; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod, — Aye, how the ghostly hand will point To show the burial clod...