The poetical works of Thomas Hood, ed. by W.M. Rossetti1871 |
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... gives the sarcastic or sprightly banter , not unconscious of an effort at moral amelioration ; for the sententious sagacity , and humorous enjoyment of the nature of man , it gives bright thoughts and a humanitarian sympathy . But , on ...
... gives the sarcastic or sprightly banter , not unconscious of an effort at moral amelioration ; for the sententious sagacity , and humorous enjoyment of the nature of man , it gives bright thoughts and a humanitarian sympathy . But , on ...
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... needle & A but then give the sout selep A leisure ure for for love L I hope or ons timer , for gues grief Mazon's Popular Poets . HOOD'S POETICAL WORKS . ONE more Unfortunate , Weary of FAC - SIMILE OF HOOD'S HANDWRITING ,
... needle & A but then give the sout selep A leisure ure for for love L I hope or ons timer , for gues grief Mazon's Popular Poets . HOOD'S POETICAL WORKS . ONE more Unfortunate , Weary of FAC - SIMILE OF HOOD'S HANDWRITING ,
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... gives it an ill savour ; While saintly mountebanks the porch disgrace , And bring religion's self into disfavour ! Behold yon servitor of God and Mammon , Who , binding up his Bible with his Ledger , Blends Gospel texts with trading ...
... gives it an ill savour ; While saintly mountebanks the porch disgrace , And bring religion's self into disfavour ! Behold yon servitor of God and Mammon , Who , binding up his Bible with his Ledger , Blends Gospel texts with trading ...
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... give him two black eyes for being blind ? Suppose the tender but luxuriant hop Around a canker'd stem should twine , What Kentish boor would tear away the prop So roughly as to wound , nay , kill the bine ? The images , ' tis true , are ...
... give him two black eyes for being blind ? Suppose the tender but luxuriant hop Around a canker'd stem should twine , What Kentish boor would tear away the prop So roughly as to wound , nay , kill the bine ? The images , ' tis true , are ...
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... give him words ) " Thou feather'd clay - thou scum of birds ! " Flirting the rustling plumage in her eyes , — " Look here , thou vile predestined sinner , Doom'd to be roasted for a dinner , Behold these lovely variegated dyes ! These ...
... give him words ) " Thou feather'd clay - thou scum of birds ! " Flirting the rustling plumage in her eyes , — " Look here , thou vile predestined sinner , Doom'd to be roasted for a dinner , Behold these lovely variegated dyes ! These ...
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began bird blood bloom bow'd breath bright brow call'd cheek clouds cold cried dance dark dead dear Death doth dream earth eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloomy gold Golden Leg grave green Gretna Green grief hand hath head heart heaven Hood Hood's horrid horse Huggins human John Hamilton Reynolds John Huggins light limb living look look'd Lycus maid Meanwhile merry Miss Kilmansegg moon morning Nelly Gray never night o'er once Otto of Roses perchance Peter Stone poor Quoth raining music rose round Sally Brown seem'd shade shine sighs sing sleep song soon sorrow soul stamp'd stept stood sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thro took tree turn turn'd Twas wave weep Whilst wild William dear WILLIAM MICHAEL ROSSETTI wings
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Page 179 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 179 - 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 !
Page 378 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee!
Page 94 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted I PART II.
Page xxxiii - One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! 'Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! "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...
Page 194 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Page 95 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page 183 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Page 343 - 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 1
Page 101 - Oh what a tale they told of fear intense, Of horror and amazement ! What human creature in the dead of night Had coursed like hunted hare that cruel distance ? Had sought the door, the window in his flight, Striving for dear existence ? What shrieking spirit in that bloody room Its mortal frame had violently quitted? — Across the sunbeam, with a sudden gloom, A ghostly shadow flitted.