THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS HOOD1857 |
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7. oldal
... fancy bread of rubble , Or light with gas the whole celestial cope- Only propose to blow a bubble , And lord ! what hundreds will subscribe for soap ! Soap ! it reminds me of a little tale , Tho ' not a pig's , the hawbuck's glory ...
... fancy bread of rubble , Or light with gas the whole celestial cope- Only propose to blow a bubble , And lord ! what hundreds will subscribe for soap ! Soap ! it reminds me of a little tale , Tho ' not a pig's , the hawbuck's glory ...
18. oldal
... not , dare not , fancy in accord The Lord of Hosts with an exclusive Lord Of this world's aristocracy . It will not own a notion so unholy , As thinking that the rich by easy trips May go 18 ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE .
... not , dare not , fancy in accord The Lord of Hosts with an exclusive Lord Of this world's aristocracy . It will not own a notion so unholy , As thinking that the rich by easy trips May go 18 ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE .
24. oldal
... Fancy a peacock in a poultry yard . Behold him in conceited circles sail , Strutting and dancing , and now planted stiff , In all his pomp of pageantry , as it He felt " the eyes of Europe " on his tail ! As for the humble breed retain ...
... Fancy a peacock in a poultry yard . Behold him in conceited circles sail , Strutting and dancing , and now planted stiff , In all his pomp of pageantry , as it He felt " the eyes of Europe " on his tail ! As for the humble breed retain ...
52. oldal
... fancy sway ; She never visits gentlemen with tracts Over the way ! To billets - doux by post she shows no favour— In short , there is no plot that I can lay To break my window - pains to my enslaver Over the way ! I play the flute , she ...
... fancy sway ; She never visits gentlemen with tracts Over the way ! To billets - doux by post she shows no favour— In short , there is no plot that I can lay To break my window - pains to my enslaver Over the way ! I play the flute , she ...
53. oldal
Sometimes my fancy builds up castles airy . Sometimes it only paints a ferme orneé , A horse , a cow , six fowls , a pig , and Mary , Over the way ! Sometimes I dream of her in bridal white , Standing before the altar , like a fay ...
Sometimes my fancy builds up castles airy . Sometimes it only paints a ferme orneé , A horse , a cow , six fowls , a pig , and Mary , Over the way ! Sometimes I dream of her in bridal white , Standing before the altar , like a fay ...
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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...