THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS HOOD1857 |
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16. oldal
... heart ferments not with the bigot's leaven , All creeds I view with toleration thorough , And have a horror of regarding heaven As anybody's rotten borough . What else ? no part I take in party fray , With tropes from Billingsgate's ...
... heart ferments not with the bigot's leaven , All creeds I view with toleration thorough , And have a horror of regarding heaven As anybody's rotten borough . What else ? no part I take in party fray , With tropes from Billingsgate's ...
23. oldal
... hearts may kindle or keep warm . Say , was it to my spirit's gain or loss , One bright and balmy morning , as I went From Liege's lovely environs to Ghent , If hard by the wayside I found a cross , That made me breathe a pray'r upon the ...
... hearts may kindle or keep warm . Say , was it to my spirit's gain or loss , One bright and balmy morning , as I went From Liege's lovely environs to Ghent , If hard by the wayside I found a cross , That made me breathe a pray'r upon the ...
26. oldal
... heart's a Psalter , Rich in deep hymns of gratitude and love ! Sufficiently by stern necessitarians Poor Nature , with her face begrimed by dust , Is stoked , coked , smoked , and almost choked ; but must Religion have its own ...
... heart's a Psalter , Rich in deep hymns of gratitude and love ! Sufficiently by stern necessitarians Poor Nature , with her face begrimed by dust , Is stoked , coked , smoked , and almost choked ; but must Religion have its own ...
32. oldal
... -thy tops are rare ! — Our tops are spun with coils of care , Our dumps are no delight ! — The Elgin marbles are but tame , And ' tis at best a sorry game fly the Muse's kite ! Our hearts are dough , our heels are lead , 32 ODE .
... -thy tops are rare ! — Our tops are spun with coils of care , Our dumps are no delight ! — The Elgin marbles are but tame , And ' tis at best a sorry game fly the Muse's kite ! Our hearts are dough , our heels are lead , 32 ODE .
33. oldal
Our hearts are dough , our heels are lead , Our topmost joys fall dull and dead Like balls with no rebound ! And often with a faded eye We look behind , and send a sigh Towards that merry ground ! Then be contented . Thou hast got The ...
Our hearts are dough , our heels are lead , Our topmost joys fall dull and dead Like balls with no rebound ! And often with a faded eye We look behind , and send a sigh Towards that merry ground ! Then be contented . Thou hast got The ...
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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...