The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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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 ...
... 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 ...
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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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!