The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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9. oldal
... Sighs 119 The Song of the Shirt 123 The Lady's Dream ... 126 The Workhouse Clock : An Allegory . 129 The Lay of the Laborer ... 132 Fair Ines . 135 The Departure of Summer 137 Ode : “ Autumn .. 142 Song , for Music . Ballad 144 145 Hymn ...
... Sighs 119 The Song of the Shirt 123 The Lady's Dream ... 126 The Workhouse Clock : An Allegory . 129 The Lay of the Laborer ... 132 Fair Ines . 135 The Departure of Summer 137 Ode : “ Autumn .. 142 Song , for Music . Ballad 144 145 Hymn ...
10. oldal
... sigh " " By every sweet tradition of true hearts " On receiving a Gift Silence . ... " The curse of Adam , the old curse of all " , " Love , dearest lady , such as I would speak " The Lee Shore ... The Death - Bed ... Lines on seeing my ...
... sigh " " By every sweet tradition of true hearts " On receiving a Gift Silence . ... " The curse of Adam , the old curse of all " , " Love , dearest lady , such as I would speak " The Lee Shore ... The Death - Bed ... Lines on seeing my ...
18. oldal
... sighs - Which made the elves sport drearily , and soon Their hushing dances languished to a stand , Like midnight leaves when , as the Zephyrs swoon , All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned , - So into silence drooped the fairy ...
... sighs - Which made the elves sport drearily , and soon Their hushing dances languished to a stand , Like midnight leaves when , as the Zephyrs swoon , All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned , - So into silence drooped the fairy ...
20. oldal
... sigh . " And ever , as he sighed , his foggy breath Blurred out the landscape like a flight of smoke : Thence knew I this was either dreary Death Or Time , who leads all creatures to his stroke . Ah , wretched me ! " Here , even as she ...
... sigh . " And ever , as he sighed , his foggy breath Blurred out the landscape like a flight of smoke : Thence knew I this was either dreary Death Or Time , who leads all creatures to his stroke . Ah , wretched me ! " Here , even as she ...
21. oldal
... sigh , beginneth to entreat , Bidding him spare , for love , her lieges dear : " Alas ! " quoth she , " is there no nodding wheat Ripe for thy crooked weapon , and more meet , Or withered leaves to ravish from the tree , Or crumbling ...
... sigh , beginneth to entreat , Bidding him spare , for love , her lieges dear : " Alas ! " quoth she , " is there no nodding wheat Ripe for thy crooked weapon , and more meet , Or withered leaves to ravish from the tree , Or crumbling ...
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birds blessed blue breath bright brow cheek cloud cold cried d'ye think dame dance dark dead deaf dear death dream elves eyes face fair fairy fancy fear fiddle flowers gaze gloom gold Gold Sticks golden ass Golden Leg gone green grief guinea hair hand happy hath head heard heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horrid huckaback human kiss leaves light lips living look Love's lullaby Meanwhile Miss Kilmansegg moon morning mortal ne'er Nelly Gray never night Number o'er once Otto of Roses pale Peace perchance poor raining music rose Rotterdam round Sally Brown Saturn seemed shade shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tender thee There's thing thou thought thrush Titania tree trumpet turned Twas voice wave weep Wherefore Whilst wings wretched young Zounds
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121. oldal - Sisterly, brotherly. Fatherly, motherly Feelings had changed. Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. 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.
150. oldal - 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.
150. oldal - 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...
101. oldal - He told how murderers walk the earth Beneath the curse of Cain, — With crimson clouds before their eyes, And flames about their brain. For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain! "And well...
124. oldal - Stitch— stitch— stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt. "But why do I talk of death? That phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God; that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
129. oldal - 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...
148. oldal - 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.
119. oldal - 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. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful ; Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
110. oldal - 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!
99. oldal - And shouted as they ran, Turning to mirth all things of earth As only boyhood can; But the usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man! 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.