The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With Some Account of the Author. In Four Volumes, Volumen1Little, Brown, 1861 |
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... never been even third in a duel . or crossed in love . The stream of time has flowed on with me very like that of the New River , which every- body knows has so little romance about it , that its Head has never troubled us with a Tale ...
... never been even third in a duel . or crossed in love . The stream of time has flowed on with me very like that of the New River , which every- body knows has so little romance about it , that its Head has never troubled us with a Tale ...
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... never mentioned except by his initial , and was probably the prototype of the sensitive Mr. H. , ' in Lamb's unfortunate farce . The school in question was situated in Token- house Yard , a convenient distance for a native of the ...
... never mentioned except by his initial , and was probably the prototype of the sensitive Mr. H. , ' in Lamb's unfortunate farce . The school in question was situated in Token- house Yard , a convenient distance for a native of the ...
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... never stirred his spleen , but rather spurred his endeavor , in spite of the axiom , to make Nihil fit for any thing . He loved teaching for teaching's sake ; his kill- horse happened to be his hobby : and doubtless , if he had met with ...
... never stirred his spleen , but rather spurred his endeavor , in spite of the axiom , to make Nihil fit for any thing . He loved teaching for teaching's sake ; his kill- horse happened to be his hobby : and doubtless , if he had met with ...
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... never coexist in the same head . The principal of our firm , on the contrary , had a turn for the Belles Lettres , and would have winked with both eyes at verses which did not intrude into an invoice or confuse their figures with those ...
... never coexist in the same head . The principal of our firm , on the contrary , had a turn for the Belles Lettres , and would have winked with both eyes at verses which did not intrude into an invoice or confuse their figures with those ...
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... never see , sounds that I can never hear , again . Before my departure from England , I was one of the few who saw the grave close over the remains of one whom to know as a friend was to love as a relation . Never did a better soul go ...
... never see , sounds that I can never hear , again . Before my departure from England , I was one of the few who saw the grave close over the remains of one whom to know as a friend was to love as a relation . Never did a better soul go ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 190 - 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 188 - One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Página 280 - 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.
Página 149 - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave! Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave — Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave!
Página 150 - Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep : Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep.
Página 276 - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
Página 192 - Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred 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, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour ! The vigour of this poem is no less remarkable than its pathos.
Página 315 - Be lapp'd in alien clay and laid below ; It is not death to know this, — but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft, — and when grass waves Over the past-away, there may be then No resurrection in the minds of men.
Página 147 - My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the Devil's price: A dozen times I groaned: the dead Had never groaned but twice.
Página 218 - Strong the earthy odour grows — I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome Life ! the Spirit strives ! Strength returns and hope revives ; Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn, — O'er the earth there comes a bloom ; Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapour cold — I smell the rose above the mould ! April, 1845.