The Choice Works of Thomas Hood in Prose and VerseChatto, 1906 - 775 pages |
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... hear For ever in his ear The pleasant tinkling of thy dinner bell Immortal Kitchener ! thy fame Shall keep itself when Time makes game Of other men's - yea , it shall keep , all weathers , And thou shalt be upheld by thy pen feathers ...
... hear For ever in his ear The pleasant tinkling of thy dinner bell Immortal Kitchener ! thy fame Shall keep itself when Time makes game Of other men's - yea , it shall keep , all weathers , And thou shalt be upheld by thy pen feathers ...
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... hear when our cellars had increased to this stock . There is no hope , then , for those chamber - gentlemen who fritter away their lives by sack or bushel ! Dr Kitchener is rather abstruse and particular in another of his directions ...
... hear when our cellars had increased to this stock . There is no hope , then , for those chamber - gentlemen who fritter away their lives by sack or bushel ! Dr Kitchener is rather abstruse and particular in another of his directions ...
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... hear him earnestly exclaim , " I should as soon think of roasting an animal alive , as of boiling a vegetable after it is dead . " No one will question that the one is quite as pardonable as the other . Our readers cannot be too par ...
... hear him earnestly exclaim , " I should as soon think of roasting an animal alive , as of boiling a vegetable after it is dead . " No one will question that the one is quite as pardonable as the other . Our readers cannot be too par ...
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... hear the dead speaking silently and slow , for there was much meaning in those words , and mysteries which long thought could not fathom . And there was dust upon those flat dwellings , which I kissed , for lips like it were there , and ...
... hear the dead speaking silently and slow , for there was much meaning in those words , and mysteries which long thought could not fathom . And there was dust upon those flat dwellings , which I kissed , for lips like it were there , and ...
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... hear , though I see not ; but the voices were soon drowned in a noise like the rushing of waters , for the blood was struggling through my heart , slower and slower , till it stopped , and I turned so cold , that I felt the burning of ...
... hear , though I see not ; but the voices were soon drowned in a noise like the rushing of waters , for the blood was struggling through my heart , slower and slower , till it stopped , and I turned so cold , that I felt the burning of ...
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Page 378 - And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread: But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red!
Page 174 - 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!
Page 358 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 174 - But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off! 'O Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform!
Page 379 - Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep: Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep. "So wills the fierce avenging Sprite, Till blood for blood atones! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh,— The world shall see his bones!
Page 39 - Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul: The mind's the standard of the man.
Page 376 - 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 ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod, — Aye, how the ghostly hand will point To show the burial clod...
Page 379 - With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran;— There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man!
Page 375 - God, could I so close my mind, And clasp it with a clasp '." Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took, — Now up the mead, then down the mead, And past a shady nook,— And, lo ! he saw a little boy That pored upon a book ! "My gentle lad, what is't you read — Romance or fairy fable ? Or is it some historic page, Of kings and crowns unstable ?" The young boy gave an upward glance, —
Page 345 - My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight, I have too many foes to fight, And. friends grown strangely cool ! The very chum that shared my cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake, It makes me shrink and sigh : — On this I will not dwell and hang, — The changeling would not feel a pang Though these should meet his eye ! No skies so blue or so serene As then ; — no leaves look half so green As clothed the playground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so, Nor does it ease my heart to know That...