The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... never mimics an- other ; and though you can not always say that a poem is not HooD's , a poem that is really his you would hardly at- tribute to any one else . Since the first edition of this volume was published , we have been ...
... never mimics an- other ; and though you can not always say that a poem is not HooD's , a poem that is really his you would hardly at- tribute to any one else . Since the first edition of this volume was published , we have been ...
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... never entered in his thought ; The grated Parmesan remained untasted ; The potted shrimps were left as they were bought , The capelings stood as merely good for naught , The German sausage did not tempt him better , Whilst Juno ...
... never entered in his thought ; The grated Parmesan remained untasted ; The potted shrimps were left as they were bought , The capelings stood as merely good for naught , The German sausage did not tempt him better , Whilst Juno ...
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... never danced a caper so ran - tan - dish ; He jumped , thumped - tore - swore , more than ten dragoons At all nights , noons , moons , spoons , and pantaloons ! But soon ashamed , or weary , of such dancing 24 LOVE AND LUNACY .
... never danced a caper so ran - tan - dish ; He jumped , thumped - tore - swore , more than ten dragoons At all nights , noons , moons , spoons , and pantaloons ! But soon ashamed , or weary , of such dancing 24 LOVE AND LUNACY .
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... never liked him , never , in my days ! " [ “ Oh yes — you did❞ — said Ellen with a sob , ] " There always was a something in his ways- [ " So sweet - so kind , " said Ellen , with a throb , ] " His very face was what I call a snob ...
... never liked him , never , in my days ! " [ “ Oh yes — you did❞ — said Ellen with a sob , ] " There always was a something in his ways- [ " So sweet - so kind , " said Ellen , with a throb , ] " His very face was what I call a snob ...
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... never comes to such full stops . As soon , then , as the Mother made such swaps Of all Lorenzo's meanings , heads and tails , The Father seized upon her malaprops- " My girl down areas of a night ! ' Ods nails ! I'll stick the scoundrel ...
... never comes to such full stops . As soon , then , as the Mother made such swaps Of all Lorenzo's meanings , heads and tails , The Father seized upon her malaprops- " My girl down areas of a night ! ' Ods nails ! I'll stick the scoundrel ...
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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.