THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS HOOD1857 |
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9. oldal
... Sweet was the vision - but alas ! However in prospectus bright and sunny , To bring such visionary scenes to pass One thing was requisite , and that was — money ! Money , that pays the laundress and her bills , For socks , and collars ...
... Sweet was the vision - but alas ! However in prospectus bright and sunny , To bring such visionary scenes to pass One thing was requisite , and that was — money ! Money , that pays the laundress and her bills , For socks , and collars ...
10. oldal
... sweet to know He help'd to bleach a Hottentot's great toe , Or little one ! Moved by this logic , or appall'd , To persons of a certain turn so proper , The money came when call'd In silver , gold , and copper , Presents from " friends ...
... sweet to know He help'd to bleach a Hottentot's great toe , Or little one ! Moved by this logic , or appall'd , To persons of a certain turn so proper , The money came when call'd In silver , gold , and copper , Presents from " friends ...
19. oldal
... sweet the sounds of village bells When on the undulating air they swim ! Now loud as welcomes ! faint , now , as farewells ! And trembling all about the breezy dells , As flutter'd by the wings of Cherubim . Meanwhile the bees are ...
... sweet the sounds of village bells When on the undulating air they swim ! Now loud as welcomes ! faint , now , as farewells ! And trembling all about the breezy dells , As flutter'd by the wings of Cherubim . Meanwhile the bees are ...
20. oldal
... sweet sounds can't woo you to religion , Will the harsh voices of church cads and touters ? A man may cry Church ! Church ! at ev'ry word , With no more piety than other people- A daw's not reckon'd a religious bird Because it keeps a ...
... sweet sounds can't woo you to religion , Will the harsh voices of church cads and touters ? A man may cry Church ! Church ! at ev'ry word , With no more piety than other people- A daw's not reckon'd a religious bird Because it keeps a ...
24. oldal
... sweet kind natures , as in honey'd cells , Religion lives , and feels herself at home ; But only on a formal visit dwells Where wasps instead of bees have form'd the comb . Shun pride , O Rae ! -whatever sort beside You take in lieu ...
... sweet kind natures , as in honey'd cells , Religion lives , and feels herself at home ; But only on a formal visit dwells Where wasps instead of bees have form'd the comb . Shun pride , O Rae ! -whatever sort beside You take in lieu ...
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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...