Poems of Thomas HoodH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1923 - 516 páginas |
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... fall pat with a sense of inevitability , for there are many lines that may be read with pleasure without the mind being even con- scious of the pun , so aptly fall the words , so accidental seems the double meaning . To condemn many of ...
... fall pat with a sense of inevitability , for there are many lines that may be read with pleasure without the mind being even con- scious of the pun , so aptly fall the words , so accidental seems the double meaning . To condemn many of ...
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... Fall The Desert - Born • The Irish Schoolmaster . Song • The Two Swans • Ode to Mr. Graham , the Aeronaut A Friendly Address to Mrs. Fry in Newgate An Address to the Steam Washing Company Ode to Captain Parry · Ode to W. Kitchener ...
... Fall The Desert - Born • The Irish Schoolmaster . Song • The Two Swans • Ode to Mr. Graham , the Aeronaut A Friendly Address to Mrs. Fry in Newgate An Address to the Steam Washing Company Ode to Captain Parry · Ode to W. Kitchener ...
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... fall and overthrow , -- For this was my long vision's dreadful stress , And when I waked my trouble was not less . 6 Whenever to the clouds I tried to seek , Such leaden weight dragg'd these Icarian wings , My faithless wand was ...
... fall and overthrow , -- For this was my long vision's dreadful stress , And when I waked my trouble was not less . 6 Whenever to the clouds I tried to seek , Such leaden weight dragg'd these Icarian wings , My faithless wand was ...
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... Falling like tiny sparks full fast and free , Bedews a pathway from her throne ; -and stops Before the foot of her arch enemy , And with her little arms enfolds his knee , That shows more gristly from that fair embrace ; But she will ne ...
... Falling like tiny sparks full fast and free , Bedews a pathway from her throne ; -and stops Before the foot of her arch enemy , And with her little arms enfolds his knee , That shows more gristly from that fair embrace ; But she will ne ...
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... falls ; We frame all shady roofs and arches rude , And verdant aisles leading to Dryads ' halls , Or deep recesses where the Echo calls ; - We shape all plumy trees against the sky , And carve tall elms ' Corinthian capitals , - When ...
... falls ; We frame all shady roofs and arches rude , And verdant aisles leading to Dryads ' halls , Or deep recesses where the Echo calls ; - We shape all plumy trees against the sky , And carve tall elms ' Corinthian capitals , - When ...
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beneath birds blood blue bone breath Brentford bright brow call'd cheek clouds cold cried Dame dark dead deaf dear Death Death's Head Moth door dream earth eyes face fair fancy fear gentle gloom gold Golden Leg grave green grief hand hath head hear heart Helen of Greece HOOD horrid horse Huggins hung Jack John Huggins Lady light living look look'd Lord lullaby Miss Kilmansegg morning Nelly Gray never night o'er Old Bailey once Otto of Roses Peter Stone poor raining music rose round Sally Brown seem'd shadows shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stood sweet tears thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thro thrush tongue took tree turn'd Twas wave Whilst William dear wings wretch zounds
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Página 168 - 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! O, it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Página 83 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The vi'lets, and the lily-cups.
Página 154 - 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 146 - 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 153 - 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 106 - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime, With one besetting horrid hint, That rack'd 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 160 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Página 104 - ... Two sudden blows with a ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, — And then the deed was done : There was nothing lying at my foot But lifeless flesh and bone!
Página 167 - 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 ! 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 that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
Página 107 - 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.