The Choice Works of Thomas Hood in Prose and VerseChatto, 1906 - 775 pages |
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... heart , and all her body , and the apple - sauce will make her dung , and cleanse and empty her . And when she roasteth , and consumes inwardly , always wet her head and heart with a wet sponge ; and when you see her giddy with running ...
... heart , and all her body , and the apple - sauce will make her dung , and cleanse and empty her . And when she roasteth , and consumes inwardly , always wet her head and heart with a wet sponge ; and when you see her giddy with running ...
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... hearts , and lips , and sweet voices , to one another , to be their own comfort ; for I knew that such grief is prophetic ... heart , slower and slower , till it stopped , and I turned so cold , that I felt the burning of the air upon me ...
... hearts , and lips , and sweet voices , to one another , to be their own comfort ; for I knew that such grief is prophetic ... heart , slower and slower , till it stopped , and I turned so cold , that I felt the burning of the air upon me ...
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... heart's beat quickened my feet , and I soon reached the corner where I had first seen the horse ; but there I stopped - it was only a low moan - but my heart stopped with it . In another throb I was with my children , and in another ...
... heart's beat quickened my feet , and I soon reached the corner where I had first seen the horse ; but there I stopped - it was only a low moan - but my heart stopped with it . In another throb I was with my children , and in another ...
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... heart , And near that lonely isle begins to glide , Pale as her fears , and oft - times with a start Turns her impatient head from side to side In universal terrors - all too wide To watch ; and often to that marble keep Upturns her ...
... heart , And near that lonely isle begins to glide , Pale as her fears , and oft - times with a start Turns her impatient head from side to side In universal terrors - all too wide To watch ; and often to that marble keep Upturns her ...
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... heart . " - " Ay , sweet ! my cage is strong and hung full high . ” - " Alas ! our lips are held so far apart , Thy words come faint , -they have so far to fly ! " - " If I may only shun that serpent - eye ! " — " Ah me ! that serpent ...
... heart . " - " Ay , sweet ! my cage is strong and hung full high . ” - " Alas ! our lips are held so far apart , Thy words come faint , -they have so far to fly ! " - " If I may only shun that serpent - eye ! " — " Ah me ! that serpent ...
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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...