THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS HOOD1857 |
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8. oldal
... course , to keep the chink , And quite an army of Collectors ! Not merely male , but female duns , Young , old , and middle - aged - of all degrees— With many of those persevering ones , Who mite by mite would beg a cheese ! And what ...
... course , to keep the chink , And quite an army of Collectors ! Not merely male , but female duns , Young , old , and middle - aged - of all degrees— With many of those persevering ones , Who mite by mite would beg a cheese ! And what ...
56. oldal
... course to spend the day ! — ( Thank Heaven , I hear the carriage ! ) " What ! must you go ? next time I hope You'll give me longer measure ; Nay - I shall see you down the stairs- ( With most uncommon pleasure ! ) " Good - bye ! good ...
... course to spend the day ! — ( Thank Heaven , I hear the carriage ! ) " What ! must you go ? next time I hope You'll give me longer measure ; Nay - I shall see you down the stairs- ( With most uncommon pleasure ! ) " Good - bye ! good ...
59. oldal
... course of love was never smooth , So his went up and down . At last her coldness made him pine To merely bones and skin ; But still he loved like one resolved To love through thick and thin . Mary , view my wasted back , nd see my ...
... course of love was never smooth , So his went up and down . At last her coldness made him pine To merely bones and skin ; But still he loved like one resolved To love through thick and thin . Mary , view my wasted back , nd see my ...
68. oldal
And fearfully the stream of Time raced with it in its course . My eyes I closed - I dared not look the way towards the goal ; But still I viewed the horrid close , and dreamt it in my soul . Plainly , as through transparent lids , I saw ...
And fearfully the stream of Time raced with it in its course . My eyes I closed - I dared not look the way towards the goal ; But still I viewed the horrid close , and dreamt it in my soul . Plainly , as through transparent lids , I saw ...
70. oldal
... course ; Let the paddles spin , don't mind , boys , Though the weather should be worse . Fore and aft a proper draft get , Oil the engines , see all clear ; Hands up , each a sack of coal get , Man the boiler , cheer , lads , cheer ...
... course ; Let the paddles spin , don't mind , boys , Though the weather should be worse . Fore and aft a proper draft get , Oil the engines , see all clear ; Hands up , each a sack of coal get , Man the boiler , cheer , lads , cheer ...
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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 green hair hand head hear heart Heaven horse Hunks JOSEPH GRIMALDI keep Lady Lady Morgan light live look Lord Master 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 THOMAS HOOD thou hast thought thro Tunbridge turn Twas twill walk washing window wish young Zounds
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38. 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...
58. oldal - Even is come ; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun — one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch...
38. oldal - s ne'er out of school : My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight, I have too many foes to fight, And friends grown strangely cool ! The very chum that shared my cake Holds out so cold a 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...
74. oldal - s roaring, Peal on peal contending clash ; On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes the paddles splash.
39. 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...
39. oldal - The careless dogs'-ears apt to deck My book and collar both ! How can this formal man be styled Merely an Alexandrine child, A boy of larger growth...
254. oldal - ... 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 ! LOVE AND LUNACY.
40. oldal - Then home, sweet home ! the crowded coach — The joyous shout — the loud approach — The winding horns like rams' ! The meeting sweet that made me thrill, The sweetmeats almost sweeter still, No
23. oldal - The humble records of my life to search, I have not herded with mere pagan beasts ; But sometimes I have " sat at good men's feasts," And I have been " where bells have knoll'd to church.
19. oldal - Of such a character no single trace Exists, I know, in my fictitious face ; There wants a certain cast about the eye ; A certain lifting of the nose's tip; A certain curling of the nether lip, In scorn of all that is, beneath the sky...