The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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xvi. oldal
... dear and 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 ...
... dear and 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 ...
xx. oldal
... dear and devoted wife . He was playful as a child ; and his imagination , pure as bright , frolicked with nature , whom he loved too well ever to outrage or insult by slight or misrepresentation . And yet he was city born , and city ...
... dear and devoted wife . He was playful as a child ; and his imagination , pure as bright , frolicked with nature , whom he loved too well ever to outrage or insult by slight or misrepresentation . And yet he was city born , and city ...
xxii. oldal
... , we firmly believe imparted more delight to the dying man than even the pros- pect that those so dear to him would not be left destitute . In his answer to the minister's first communication , he had alluded ххіі LIFE OF HOOD .
... , we firmly believe imparted more delight to the dying man than even the pros- pect that those so dear to him would not be left destitute . In his answer to the minister's first communication , he had alluded ххіі LIFE OF HOOD .
xxiii. oldal
... time to keep his memory dear and nis fame bright among us . This is the purpose of the friends of Mr. Thomas Hood who have raised this structure . Some of them were familiar with him from his youth - the eyes of LIFE OF HOOD . xxiii.
... time to keep his memory dear and nis fame bright among us . This is the purpose of the friends of Mr. Thomas Hood who have raised this structure . Some of them were familiar with him from his youth - the eyes of LIFE OF HOOD . xxiii.
xxvi. oldal
... dear friend of his , who remained with him to the last — Mr. Ward — that Mr. Thomas Hood was in very great disease and suffer- ing , that he was laboring under some pecuniary difficulties — that his mind was not easy on those points ...
... dear friend of his , who remained with him to the last — Mr. Ward — that Mr. Thomas Hood was in very great disease and suffer- ing , that he was laboring under some pecuniary difficulties — that his mind was not easy on those points ...
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bird blood bloom blue breath BRIDGE OF SIGHS bright brow Charles Lamb cheeks cloud cold crooked dame dance dark dead deaf dear death doth dream earth elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath head heard heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horrid human hung kiss light limbs lips living look Love's lullaby Lycus Meanwhile melancholy 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 voice walk wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings young zounds
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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 "Song of the Shirt.
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 She sang the "Song of the Shirt.
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 ! I remember, I remember...
179. oldal - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — The tree is living yet!
146. oldal - Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly. Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity.
148. oldal - Work, work, work, In the dull December light, And work, work, work, When the weather Is warm and bright, While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs, And twit me with the spring.
391. oldal - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, 'Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot!
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...
306. oldal - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled : Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold!