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... eye his pipe , And then to pipe his eye . And then he tried to sing ' All's Well , ' But could not though he tried ... eyes from the empyreal clouds On mortal crowds . Seen from the skies , How small those emmets in WHIMS AND ODDITIES ...
... eye his pipe , And then to pipe his eye . And then he tried to sing ' All's Well , ' But could not though he tried ... eyes from the empyreal clouds On mortal crowds . Seen from the skies , How small those emmets in WHIMS AND ODDITIES ...
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Thomas Hood. Seen from the skies , How small those emmets in our eyes ! Some carry little sticks - and one His eggs - to warm them in the sun : Dear ! what a hustle , And bustle ! And there's my aunt . I know her by her waist , So long ...
Thomas Hood. Seen from the skies , How small those emmets in our eyes ! Some carry little sticks - and one His eggs - to warm them in the sun : Dear ! what a hustle , And bustle ! And there's my aunt . I know her by her waist , So long ...
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... eyes , I shall be out of breath ; Those cruel eyes , like two funereal tapers , Have only lighted me the way to death . Perchance , thou wilt extinguish them in vapours , When I am gone , and green grass covereth Thy lover , lost ; but ...
... eyes , I shall be out of breath ; Those cruel eyes , like two funereal tapers , Have only lighted me the way to death . Perchance , thou wilt extinguish them in vapours , When I am gone , and green grass covereth Thy lover , lost ; but ...
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... eyes grow dropsical - I can no more— And what is written thou mayst scorn to read , Shutting thy tearless eyes .- ' Tis done - ' Tis o'er- My hand is destined for another deed . But one last word wrung from its aching core , And my lone ...
... eyes grow dropsical - I can no more— And what is written thou mayst scorn to read , Shutting thy tearless eyes .- ' Tis done - ' Tis o'er- My hand is destined for another deed . But one last word wrung from its aching core , And my lone ...
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... eyes , such mortal woundy darts ; A gardener , pulling heart's - ease up by the roots ; The Puck of Passion - partly false - part real- A marriageable maiden's ' beau - ideal . ' O Love , what art thou , Love ? A wicked thing , Making ...
... eyes , such mortal woundy darts ; A gardener , pulling heart's - ease up by the roots ; The Puck of Passion - partly false - part real- A marriageable maiden's ' beau - ideal . ' O Love , what art thou , Love ? A wicked thing , Making ...
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Anon art thou began bird blue body-snatcher breast breath bright brow Charles Lamb charm cheek churl clouds cold cruel dark dead dear Death deep doth dream elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy farewell fear flowers gaze gentle gone grave green grey grief hair hand hath head heart heaven horrid horse Howbeit huckaback Huggins Hunks hunt John Huggins leaves light lips live look Love's LYCUS maid Meanwhile melancholy moon Naiad ne'er Nelly Gray never night o'er once pale pity plucked poor Quoth Robin Goodfellow rose round Sally Brown Sappho Saturn seemed shade shine sighs sing skies sleep song soon sorrow soul spite sprite stept stood stream sweet tears tender thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought took tree turned Twas warm watch wave weep wept Wherefore Whilst William dear wind wings
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Página 226 - Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone, That could not do me ill; And yet I feared him all the more, For lying there so still: There was a manhood in his look, That murder could not kill. "And, lo! the universal air Seemed lit with ghastly flame; Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame: I took the dead man by his hand And called upon his name!
Página 253 - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — The tree is living yet!
Página 226 - O God, it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain ! But when I touched the lifeless clay, The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! " 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...
Página 227 - 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 272 - 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...
Página 71 - Now Ben he loved a pretty maid, Her name was Nelly Gray; So he went to pay her his devours When he'd devoured his pay! But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off! "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm ? The love that loves a scarlet coat, Should be more uniform!
Página 72 - And there he hung till he was dead As any nail in town, — • % For though distress had cut him up, It could not cut him down...
Página 253 - 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.
Página 224 - 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 252 - That widened when she fled. Full many a thankless child has been, But never one like mine ; Her meat was served on plates of gold, Her drink was rosy wine, But now she'll share the robin's food, And sup the common rill, Before her feet will turn again To meet her father's will ! I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.