The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, with a Biographical SketchPhillips, 1854 - 490 oldal |
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xii. oldal
... sings Lord Byron , ' to see one's self in print ; ' and according to the popular notion I ought to have been quite up in my stirrups , if not standing on the saddle , at thus seeing myself , for the first strange time , set up in type ...
... sings Lord Byron , ' to see one's self in print ; ' and according to the popular notion I ought to have been quite up in my stirrups , if not standing on the saddle , at thus seeing myself , for the first strange time , set up in type ...
7. oldal
... sing for me all things Disowned their old allegiance to our spells ; The rude bees pricked me with their rebel stings ; And , when I passed , the valley - lily's bells Rang out , methought , most melancholy knells . " And ever on the ...
... sing for me all things Disowned their old allegiance to our spells ; The rude bees pricked me with their rebel stings ; And , when I passed , the valley - lily's bells Rang out , methought , most melancholy knells . " And ever on the ...
12. oldal
... Singing in shrill responses all day long , Whilst the glad truant listens to our song . " Wherefore , great King of Years , as thou dost love The raining music from a morning cloud , When vanished larks are carolling above , To wake ...
... Singing in shrill responses all day long , Whilst the glad truant listens to our song . " Wherefore , great King of Years , as thou dost love The raining music from a morning cloud , When vanished larks are carolling above , To wake ...
18. oldal
... sing ? And Time is reckoned a discarded thing . " Here in my dream it made me fret to see How Puck , the antic , all this dreary while Had blithely jested with calamity , With mistimed mirth mocking the doleful style Of his sad comrades ...
... sing ? And Time is reckoned a discarded thing . " Here in my dream it made me fret to see How Puck , the antic , all this dreary while Had blithely jested with calamity , With mistimed mirth mocking the doleful style Of his sad comrades ...
19. oldal
... sing , What time the leaves are scattered by the gale , Mindful of that old forest burying ; As thou dost love to watch each tiny thing , For whom our craft most curiously contrives , If thou hast caught a bee upon the wing , To take ...
... sing , What time the leaves are scattered by the gale , Mindful of that old forest burying ; As thou dost love to watch each tiny thing , For whom our craft most curiously contrives , If thou hast caught a bee upon the wing , To take ...
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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.