The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... door , Looking , it must be owned , a little silly ; And then she did as the Carinthian boor Serves ( Goldsmith says ) the traveller that's poor : Id est , she shut him in the outer space , With just as much apology - no more- As Boreas ...
... door , Looking , it must be owned , a little silly ; And then she did as the Carinthian boor Serves ( Goldsmith says ) the traveller that's poor : Id est , she shut him in the outer space , With just as much apology - no more- As Boreas ...
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... Door ! " Saint Sepulchre's begins to toll , The Sheriffs seek the cell : — So I expect their officers , And tremble at the bell ! I look for beer , and yet I quake With fright at every tap ; And dread a double - knock , for oh ! I've ...
... Door ! " Saint Sepulchre's begins to toll , The Sheriffs seek the cell : — So I expect their officers , And tremble at the bell ! I look for beer , and yet I quake With fright at every tap ; And dread a double - knock , for oh ! I've ...
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... door- There's some one double - knocks . All human days have settled terms , Our fates we cannot force ; This flesh of mine will feed the worms- They're come to lunch of course . And when my body ' s turned to clay , And dear friends ...
... door- There's some one double - knocks . All human days have settled terms , Our fates we cannot force ; This flesh of mine will feed the worms- They're come to lunch of course . And when my body ' s turned to clay , And dear friends ...
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... door of death ! " Without a coffin I shall lie And sleep my sleep eternal : Not ev❜n a shell - my only chance Of being made a Kernel ! " O Patty dear , our wedding bells Will never ring at Chester ! Here I must lie in Honor's bed ...
... door of death ! " Without a coffin I shall lie And sleep my sleep eternal : Not ev❜n a shell - my only chance Of being made a Kernel ! " O Patty dear , our wedding bells Will never ring at Chester ! Here I must lie in Honor's bed ...
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... That from our sleep your food should start and jump us ! We like , ourselves , a steak , But , Sirs , for pity's sake ! don't want oxen at our doors to rump - us ! If we do doze - it really is too bad 100 ODE FOR THE REMOVAL OF.
... That from our sleep your food should start and jump us ! We like , ourselves , a steak , But , Sirs , for pity's sake ! don't want oxen at our doors to rump - us ! If we do doze - it really is too bad 100 ODE FOR THE REMOVAL OF.
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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.