The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, 2. kötetDodd, Mead, 1867 |
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bear a gun blue boys breath BRIDGET JONES Change rings course cried dead dear door drouth DUGGINS Eau de Cologne eyes face fame fancy Farewell fear folks friends give God nose green hair hand head hear heart Heaven horse Hunks JOSEPH GRIMALDI keep lady Lady Morgan light live look Lord meruit ferat Miss moon morning mother ne'er never night Nore nose Number o'er Oh Peace Old Bailey once Palmam qui meruit pearlash perchance Peter Stone play Pompey poor potted shrimps round Saint seemed sigh sing sleep Sogers soul stood sure sweet tail tears tell thee There's no Romance thing thou hast thought thro Tunbridge turn Twas twill walk washing window wish young Zounds
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206. oldal - He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
34. oldal - Twas papered o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote — my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail, my fancies droop, Joy never cometh with a hoop, And seldom with a call...
376. oldal - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
24. oldal - Rae ! — whatever sort beside You take in lieu, shun spiritual pride ! A pride there is of rank — a pride of birth, A pride of learning, and a pride of purse, A London pride — in short, there be on earth A host of prides, some better and some worse ; But of all prides, since Lucifer's attaint, The proudest swells a self-elected Saint.
35. oldal - ... hand to shake, It makes me shrink and sigh : — On this I will not dwell and hang, — The changeling would not feel a pang Though these should meet his eye ! No skies so blue or so serene As then ; — no leaves look half so green As clothed the playground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so, Nor does it ease my heart to know That change resides in me...
20. oldal - s not reckon'da religious bird Because it keeps a-cawing from a steeple. The Temple is a good, a holy place, But quacking only gives it an ill...
59. oldal - He came, and knelt with all his fat. And made an offer plump. Said she, my taste will never learn To like so huge a man, So I must beg you will come here As little as you can.
70. oldal - s roaring, Peal on peal contending clash ; On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes the paddles splash.
35. oldal - Beneath the stroke, and even find Some sugar in the cane ! The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed ! The Fairy Tales in school-time read, By stealth, 'twixt verb and noun ! The angel form that always walk'd In all my dreams, and look'd and talk'd Exactly like Miss Brown ! The omne bene...
207. oldal - ... such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with ,their little professional notes sounding like the peep peep of a young sparrow...