The poetical works of Thomas Hood, ed. by W.M. Rossetti, 2. kötet1880 |
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... night , Leander , weaning from sweet Hero's side , Must leave a widow where he found a bride . Hark ! how the billows beat upon the sand ! Like pawing steeds impatient of delay ; Meanwhile their rider , ling'ring on the land , Dallies ...
... night , Leander , weaning from sweet Hero's side , Must leave a widow where he found a bride . Hark ! how the billows beat upon the sand ! Like pawing steeds impatient of delay ; Meanwhile their rider , ling'ring on the land , Dallies ...
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... night's return , Like stars replenish'd at Joy's golden urn . Ev'n thus they creep into the spectral grey , That cramps the landscape in its narrow brim , As when two shadows by old Lethe stray , He clasping her , and she entwining him ...
... night's return , Like stars replenish'd at Joy's golden urn . Ev'n thus they creep into the spectral grey , That cramps the landscape in its narrow brim , As when two shadows by old Lethe stray , He clasping her , and she entwining him ...
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... night , Her speechless rapture and enamour'd mien , When , lo ! before him , scarce two galleys ' space , His thoughts confronted with another face ! Her aspect's like a moon , divinely fair , But makes the midnight darker that it lies ...
... night , Her speechless rapture and enamour'd mien , When , lo ! before him , scarce two galleys ' space , His thoughts confronted with another face ! Her aspect's like a moon , divinely fair , But makes the midnight darker that it lies ...
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... night , and an entranced breath . Vet life , though wounded sore , not wholly slain , Merely obscured , and not extinguish'd , lies ; Her breath that stood at ebb , soon flows again , Heaving her hollow breast with heavy sighs , And ...
... night , and an entranced breath . Vet life , though wounded sore , not wholly slain , Merely obscured , and not extinguish'd , lies ; Her breath that stood at ebb , soon flows again , Heaving her hollow breast with heavy sighs , And ...
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... Night , ” ( Thus in her frenzy she began to wail , ) " Thou blank Oblivion - Blotter - out of light , Life's ruthless murderer , and dear love's bale ! Why hast thou left thy havoc incomplete , Leaving me here , and slaying the more ...
... Night , ” ( Thus in her frenzy she began to wail , ) " Thou blank Oblivion - Blotter - out of light , Life's ruthless murderer , and dear love's bale ! Why hast thou left thy havoc incomplete , Leaving me here , and slaying the more ...
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APOLLONIUS ATHOL BROSE BEETON'S blue breath bright brow Bunce Burn Cædmon cheek cloth gilt cold Coloured Cookery Crown 8vo CURIO d'ye think dark dead deaf dear death DOMUS dreams drink Edition EDWIN LANKESTER ERCKMANN-CHATRIAN eyes face fair fancy Fcap fear FLAVIUS JOSEPHUS fond GALLO gaze gilt edges GUSTAVE DORÉ hair half-calf hand hath head hear heart Hood Hood's hope Hyænas Illustrations Lady LAMIA light lips live LOCK look Lord lullaby LYCIUS MERCUTIUS morning morocco mother ne'er never night Nine Number o'er Oh Peace once PICUS Poems POETICAL Poets poor Salisbury Square Sambo seem'd sigh sing sleep smile song sound sure sweet tears tell thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought tongue tree turn turn'd Twas voice weep Whilst wild WILLIAM MICHAEL ROSSETTI woman young zounds
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121. oldal - em — No knowing 'em ! No travelling at all — no locomotion, No inkling of the way — no notion — " No go " — by land or ocean — No mail — no post — No news from any foreign coast — No park — no ring — no afternoon gentility - — No company — no nobility — No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, .No comfortable feel in any member — No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November ! THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER.
316. oldal - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
124. oldal - Cabroleys, they drive so, they'd run over their own Sisters and Brothers. Or may be he's stole by some chimbly sweeping wretch, to stick fast in narrow flues and what not, And be poked up behind with a picked pointed pole, when the soot has ketch'd, and the chimbly's red hot. Oh I'd give the whole wide world, if the world was mine, to clap my two longin...
462. oldal - HAYDN'S BIBLE DICTIONARY. For the use of all Readers and Students of the Old and New Testaments, and of the Apocrypha. Edited by the late Rev. CHARLES BOUTELL, MA New Edition, brought down to the latest date. With 100 pages of Engravings, separately printed on tinted paper. In One Vol., medium 8vo, cloth gilt, 7*.
252. oldal - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While...
463. oldal - Poems, with Biographies^ is added to these. Thus, in one booh, a view of the Growth and Changes of the English Language, as seen in its Highest Developments, is possible. Not less than a Thousand Volumes have been examined in order to form a selection worthy to receive respect and regard from, all Lovers of the Divine Art of Poesy.
120. oldal - No sun - no moon ! No morn — no noon — No dawn - no dusk — no proper time of day No sky - no earthly view No distance looking blue — No road - no street - no
408. oldal - 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.
405. oldal - AND has the earth lost its so spacious round, The sky its blue circumference above, That in this little chamber there is found Both earth and heaven — my universe of love ! All that my God can give me or remove, Here sleeping, save myself, in mimic death. Sweet that in this small compass I behove To live their living and to breathe their breath ! Almost I wish that with one common sigh We might resign all mundane care and strife, And seek together that transcendent sky, Where Father, Mother, Children,...
110. oldal - ... shoutings of the throng. But some were sad and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, — Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart Has broken many more !