The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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xvii. oldal
... night , sitting sick and sad in my bed - room , racked with the rheumatism , the door was suddenly opened , the well - known quaint figure in black walked in without any formality , and , with a cheerful Well , boy , how are you ? ' and ...
... night , sitting sick and sad in my bed - room , racked with the rheumatism , the door was suddenly opened , the well - known quaint figure in black walked in without any formality , and , with a cheerful Well , boy , how are you ? ' and ...
xix. oldal
... night - watchers in the nineteenth century are rarely permitted to enjoy . We have heard him - apart from the listening circle . accompany the long - winded tale of a traveller with such a running fire of notes and comments aside as the ...
... night - watchers in the nineteenth century are rarely permitted to enjoy . We have heard him - apart from the listening circle . accompany the long - winded tale of a traveller with such a running fire of notes and comments aside as the ...
xxvii. oldal
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
2. oldal
... Night's Dream . But for him , those pretty children of our childhood would leave barely their names to our maturer years , they belong , as the mites upon the plum , to the bloom of fancy , a thing generally too frail and beautiful to ...
... Night's Dream . But for him , those pretty children of our childhood would leave barely their names to our maturer years , they belong , as the mites upon the plum , to the bloom of fancy , a thing generally too frail and beautiful to ...
5. oldal
... night elsewhere exiled , Was absent , whether some distempered spleen Kept him and his fair mate unreconciled , Or warfare with the Gnome ( whose race had been Sometimes obnoxious ) , kept him from his queen , 2 * THE PLEA OF THE ...
... night elsewhere exiled , Was absent , whether some distempered spleen Kept him and his fair mate unreconciled , Or warfare with the Gnome ( whose race had been Sometimes obnoxious ) , kept him from his queen , 2 * THE PLEA OF THE ...
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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!