The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, 2. kötetLittle, Brown, 1856 |
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6. oldal
Thomas Hood. Till - think of that , who find life so sweet ! — She hates the smell of roses ! Not so with the infant Kilmansegg ! She was not born to steal or beg , Or gather cresses in ditches ; To plait the straw , or bind the shoe ...
Thomas Hood. Till - think of that , who find life so sweet ! — She hates the smell of roses ! Not so with the infant Kilmansegg ! She was not born to steal or beg , Or gather cresses in ditches ; To plait the straw , or bind the shoe ...
34. oldal
... sweet Kitty Clover ; Shatter'd , scatter'd , cut , and bowl'd down , Off they go , worse off for renown , A line in the Times , or a talk about town , Than the leg that a fly runs over ! But the Precious Leg of Miss Kilmansegg , That ...
... sweet Kitty Clover ; Shatter'd , scatter'd , cut , and bowl'd down , Off they go , worse off for renown , A line in the Times , or a talk about town , Than the leg that a fly runs over ! But the Precious Leg of Miss Kilmansegg , That ...
57. oldal
... sweet , That savours still of that happy retreat Where Eve by Adam was courted : Whilst the joyous Thrush , and the ... sweets below , and all sunny above , Oh ! there's nothing in life like making love , Save making hay in fine weather ...
... sweet , That savours still of that happy retreat Where Eve by Adam was courted : Whilst the joyous Thrush , and the ... sweets below , and all sunny above , Oh ! there's nothing in life like making love , Save making hay in fine weather ...
69. oldal
... fowl , and fish , and flesh , Whatever was sweet , or salt , or fresh ; With wines the most rare and curious- Wines , of the richest flavour and hue ; With fruits from the worlds both Old and New ; AND HER PRECIOUS LEG . 69.
... fowl , and fish , and flesh , Whatever was sweet , or salt , or fresh ; With wines the most rare and curious- Wines , of the richest flavour and hue ; With fruits from the worlds both Old and New ; AND HER PRECIOUS LEG . 69.
77. oldal
... sweet breath , Untainted by care , and crime , and death , And to stand sometimes upon grass or heath- That soul , spite of gold , is a pauper ! But to hail the pearly advent of morn , And relish the odour fresh from the thorn , She was ...
... sweet breath , Untainted by care , and crime , and death , And to stand sometimes upon grass or heath- That soul , spite of gold , is a pauper ! But to hail the pearly advent of morn , And relish the odour fresh from the thorn , She was ...
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66 Straight began beggar bow'd breath bright call'd cold creature cried Crooked Lane curse d'ye think Dame dance dark dead deaf dear Death Devil door doth double dream earth ev'ry eyes face Fancy gilded Gog and Magog gold Gold Sticks Golden Ass Golden Leg GOLDEN LEGEND Grundy hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven horn horrid horse huckaback human Hyæna Julio light limb look look'd Lord Lullaby maid Miss Kilmansegg moon moral mouth Nelly Gray never night o'er Otto of Roses perchance pious poor Precious Leg Prester John pride rich ride ring roll'd round the Square Saint Sally Brown seem'd sight sing song sort soul sounds spirit spite stamp'd stood Sunday sweet tender There's thing thou thro till Monday tongue Trumpet turn'd Twas wild young zounds
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94. oldal - Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold ! -Gold ! Gold ! Gold...
177. oldal - Now, when he went from Nelly Gray, His heart so heavy got — And life was such a burden grown, It made him take a knot! So round his melancholy neck A rope he did entwine, And, for his second time in life Enlisted in the Line!
175. 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...
271. oldal - No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick — (I knew so many cakes would make him sick ! ) With fancies buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown ! ) Thou pretty opening rose...
269. oldal - With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door ! the door ! he'll tumble down the stair '.) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire !) Thou imp of mirth and joy!
270. oldal - Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life! (He's got a knife !) Thou enviable being ! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin...
270. oldal - From ev'ry blossom in the world that blows, Singing in Youth's Elysium ever sunny, (Another tumble ! — that's his.
176. oldal - I loved a soldier once, For he was blithe and brave; But I will never have a man With both legs in the grave! "Before you had those timber toes, Your love I did allow, But then, you know, you stand upon Another footing now !" "Oh, Nelly Gray! Oh, Nelly Gray! For all your jeering speeches, At duty's call, I left my legs, In Badajos's breaches!
303. oldal - For my part getting up seems not so easy By half as lying. What if the lark does carol in the sky, Soaring beyond the sight to find him out — Wherefore am I to rise at such a fly ? I'm not a trout.
329. oldal - To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells Ring Sabbath knells ; The jubilate of the soaring lark Is chant of clerk ; For choir, the thrush and the gregarious linnet ; The sod's a cushion for his pious want ; And, consecrated by the heav'n within it, The sky-blue pool, a font.