The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, with a Biographical SketchPhillips, 1854 - 490 oldal |
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xii. oldal
... kind enough , as Winifred Jenkins says , to wrap my bit of nonsense under his Honor's Kiver , ' without charging anything for its insertion . Here was success sufficient to turn a young author at once into a scribbling miller , ' and ...
... kind enough , as Winifred Jenkins says , to wrap my bit of nonsense under his Honor's Kiver , ' without charging anything for its insertion . Here was success sufficient to turn a young author at once into a scribbling miller , ' and ...
xvi. oldal
... kind friend , but an invaluable critic , -one whom , were such literary adoptions in modern use , I might well name , as Cotton called Walton , my father . ' " I was sitting , one morning , beside our editor , busily correcting proofs ...
... kind friend , but an invaluable critic , -one whom , were such literary adoptions in modern use , I might well name , as Cotton called Walton , my father . ' " I was sitting , one morning , beside our editor , busily correcting proofs ...
xxiii. oldal
... kind ' God's field , ' and we must not desecrate it by vain and pompous eulogies over a fellow- mortal . All we can do is to commit him , with all his errors , to the mercy of God , and at the same time to keep his memory dear and his ...
... kind ' God's field , ' and we must not desecrate it by vain and pompous eulogies over a fellow- mortal . All we can do is to commit him , with all his errors , to the mercy of God , and at the same time to keep his memory dear and his ...
xxviii. oldal
... which Kensal - green is filling . But , in- dependently of any consideration of that kind , this must ever be one of the chief treasures of the place . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . TO CHARLES LAMB xxviii LIFE OF HOOD .
... which Kensal - green is filling . But , in- dependently of any consideration of that kind , this must ever be one of the chief treasures of the place . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . TO CHARLES LAMB xxviii LIFE OF HOOD .
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... kind feeling towards me , I desire to record a respect and admiration for you as a writer , which no one acquainted with our literature , save Elia himself , will think disproportionate or misplaced . If I had not these better reasons ...
... kind feeling towards me , I desire to record a respect and admiration for you as a writer , which no one acquainted with our literature , save Elia himself , will think disproportionate or misplaced . If I had not these better reasons ...
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beauty bird blood bloom blue breath bright brow Charles Lamb cheeks cloud cold crooked dame dance dark dead deaf dear death dream earth elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Gold Sticks Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath head heard heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horrid human hung kiss leaves light limbs lips living look Love's lullaby Lycus Meanwhile Miss Kilmansegg moon morn Nelly Gray never night Number o'er once Otto of Roses pale perchance pity poor raining music rich rose Rotterdam round Sally Brown Saturn seemed shade shadows shine sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thrush tree trumpet turned vext voice wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings young zounds
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xxvii. oldal - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. ' Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
143. oldal - Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing,— Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; ' Not of the stains of her— All that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
149. oldal - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this
146. oldal - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it : Picture it,- — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly Decently, — kindly, — Smooth and compose them...
149. oldal - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to...
106. oldal - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain; And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves...
178. oldal - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
164. oldal - I saw thee, lovely Ines, Descend along the shore, With bands of noble gentlemen, And banners waved before; And gentle youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore; It would have been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more!
170. oldal - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; — Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
392. oldal - Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform.