The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... arm a most heroic brandish ; " But no - I'll write " -and here a spoon he clutched , And rammed it with such fury in the standish , A sable flood , like Niger the outlandish , Came rushing forth - Oh Antics and Buffoons ! Ye never ...
... arm a most heroic brandish ; " But no - I'll write " -and here a spoon he clutched , And rammed it with such fury in the standish , A sable flood , like Niger the outlandish , Came rushing forth - Oh Antics and Buffoons ! Ye never ...
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... arms and legs left off their prancing , And down he sat again , with pen in hand , Not fiddle - headed , or King's pattern grand , But one of Bramah's patent Caligraphics ; And many a sheet it spoiled before he planned A likely letter ...
... arms and legs left off their prancing , And down he sat again , with pen in hand , Not fiddle - headed , or King's pattern grand , But one of Bramah's patent Caligraphics ; And many a sheet it spoiled before he planned A likely letter ...
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... arms to fold her . " Lorenzo ! ” — “ Ellen ! " — then came " Sir ! " and " Madam ! ” They tried to speak , but hammered at each word , As if it were a flint for great MacAdam ; Such broken English never else was heard , For like an ...
... arms to fold her . " Lorenzo ! ” — “ Ellen ! " — then came " Sir ! " and " Madam ! ” They tried to speak , but hammered at each word , As if it were a flint for great MacAdam ; Such broken English never else was heard , For like an ...
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... arms had flown to , I little thought that you had run A chance of hanging on your own too . You said you picked me from the world , My vanity it now must shock it— And down at once my pride is hurled , You've picked me -- and you've ...
... arms had flown to , I little thought that you had run A chance of hanging on your own too . You said you picked me from the world , My vanity it now must shock it— And down at once my pride is hurled , You've picked me -- and you've ...
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... arm , he was mine and mine only , And stept as he deserved to cells wretched and lonely : And there he will be tried -- but I shall ne'er receive her , The watch that went too sure for an artful deceiver ; The world may think me gay ...
... arm , he was mine and mine only , And stept as he deserved to cells wretched and lonely : And there he will be tried -- but I shall ne'er receive her , The watch that went too sure for an artful deceiver ; The world may think me gay ...
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Bartholomew Fair bear a gun blue BOATMAN boys BRIDGET JONES called course cried dead dear door Drury Lane DUGGINS Eau de Cologne eyes face fame fancy farewell fear folks friends ghost give God nose going to Bombay gone green hair half hand head hear heart Heaven horse Hunks JOSEPH GRIMALDI keep King lady live look Lord meruit ferat Miss ne'er never night Nore nose o'er Oh Peace Old Bailey once Palmam qui meruit Peter Stone play pocket!-take Pompey poor Reynard round Saint seemed sigh sing sleep SMITHFIELD MARKET Sogers song SONNET soon soul stood sure sweet SYLVANUS URBAN tears tell thee There's no Romance thing thou hast thought thro Tunbridge turn verse walk washing wish Zounds
Popular passages
Page 400 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 335 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While...
Page 347 - ... such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with ,their little professional notes sounding like the peep peep of a young sparrow...
Page 354 - He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
Page 486 - ... the only thing of the world that was left yet undone, whereby a notable mind might be made famous and fortunate.
Page 136 - This Swithin was a saint, I trow, And Winchester's bishop also, Who in his time did many a feat, As Popish legends do repeat ; A woman, having broke her eggs, By stumbling at another.s legs, For which she made a woful cry, St.
Page 181 - Lawk help me, I don't know where to look, or to run, if I only knew which way — A Child as is lost about London streets, and especially Seven Dials, is a needle in a 'bottle of hay. I am all in a quiver — get out of my sight, do, you wretch, you little Kitty M'Nab!
Page 376 - Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will.
Page 292 - Never go to France, Unless you know the lingo ; If you do, like me, You will repent, by jingo ; Staring like a fool, And silent as a mummy, There I stood alone, A nation with a dummy ! "Aliens! Vlte! Vite ! Vite! Vito!" " No, Mounseer, not veat — thems whoats !' OUR VILLAGE. "Sireet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Page 315 - I'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore : — Young Love likes to knock at a pretty girl's door : So he called upon Lucy — 'twas just ten o'clock — Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock. Now, a handmaid, whatever her fingers be at, Will run like a puss when she hears a rat-tat- : So Lucy ran up — and in two seconds more Had questioned the stranger and answered the door.