The Works of Thomas Hood, Volume 3Putnam, 1864 - English poetry |
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... King's pattern grand , But one of Bramah's patent Caligraphics ; And many a sheet it spoiled before he planned A likely letter . Used to pure seraphics , Philippics sounded strangely after Sapphics . Long while he rocked like Yankee in ...
... King's pattern grand , But one of Bramah's patent Caligraphics ; And many a sheet it spoiled before he planned A likely letter . Used to pure seraphics , Philippics sounded strangely after Sapphics . Long while he rocked like Yankee in ...
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... KING JOHN ' - oh yes - I recollect King John ! ' My Lord , they say five moons ' - five moons ! well done ! I wonder Ellen was content with one ! " Five moons — all full ! and all at once in heaven ! She should have lived in that ...
... KING JOHN ' - oh yes - I recollect King John ! ' My Lord , they say five moons ' - five moons ! well done ! I wonder Ellen was content with one ! " Five moons — all full ! and all at once in heaven ! She should have lived in that ...
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... Kings of Brentford smelling at one nosegay . " IN Brentford town , of old renown , There lived a Mr. Bray , Who fell in love with Lucy Bell , And so did Mr. Clay . To see her ride from Hammersmith , By all it was allowed , Such fair ...
... Kings of Brentford smelling at one nosegay . " IN Brentford town , of old renown , There lived a Mr. Bray , Who fell in love with Lucy Bell , And so did Mr. Clay . To see her ride from Hammersmith , By all it was allowed , Such fair ...
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... King Ned , For scragging all those old Welsh Harpers ! Pray , never , ere each tuneful doing , Take a prodigious deal of wooing ; And then sit down to thrum the strain , As if you ' d never rise again- The least Cecilia - like of things ...
... King Ned , For scragging all those old Welsh Harpers ! Pray , never , ere each tuneful doing , Take a prodigious deal of wooing ; And then sit down to thrum the strain , As if you ' d never rise again- The least Cecilia - like of things ...
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... Chair ! A Serpent wriggling into Charles's Wain ! A Roman Candle lighting the Great Bear ! A Rocket tangled in Diana's train , And Crackers stuck in Berenice's Hair ! There is a King of Fire - Thou shouldst be ODE TO MADAME HENGLER . 117.
... Chair ! A Serpent wriggling into Charles's Wain ! A Roman Candle lighting the Great Bear ! A Rocket tangled in Diana's train , And Crackers stuck in Berenice's Hair ! There is a King of Fire - Thou shouldst be ODE TO MADAME HENGLER . 117.
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Ancient band bear a gun blue BOATMAN Bombay boys called course cried dead dear door ducks DUGGINS easy song Eau de Cologne eyes face fancy farewell fear folks friends give going to Bombay green hair half hand hang hast head hear heart heart and dart horse Hunks JOSEPH GRIMALDI keep lady Lalla-Rookh live look Lord meruit ferat Miss mother ne'er never night Nore nose o'er Oh Peace Old Bailey once Palmam qui meruit Peter Stone pocket!-take Pompey poor Reynard rhyme round scream seemed sigh sing Sogers song SONNET soon sort soul stare stood sure sweet SYLVANUS URBAN tail tears tell thee There's no Romance thing thou thought thro Tunbridge turn Undying verse walk washing window wish yellow young Zounds
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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 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 376 - EVEN is come ; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun — one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch...
Page 482 - If any person, of what degree soever, high or low, shall deny or gainsay our Sovereign Lord King George the Fourth of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, son and next heir to our Sovereign Lord King George the Third...
Page 487 - I'm so plump the reason I tell — Who leads a good life is sure to live well. What baron or squire, Or knight of the shire, Lives half so well as a holy friar...
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 385 - Nuisance bellowed, till all patience lost, Down came Miss Frost, Expostulating at her open door — " Peace, monster, peace ! Where is the New Police ? I vow I cannot work, or read, or pray, Don't stand there bawling, fellow, don't ! You really send my serious thoughts astray, Do — there 'sa dear good man — do, go away.
Page 296 - OUR village, that's to say not Miss Mitford's village, but our village of Bullock Smithy, Is come into by an avenue of trees, three oak pollards, two elders, and a withy ; And in the middle, there's a green of about not exceeding an acre and a half ; It's common to all, and fed off by nineteen cows, six ponies, three horses, five asses, two foals, seven pigs, and a calf! Besides a pond in the middle, as is held by a similar sort of common law lease...
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 315 - Had question'd the stranger and answer'd the door. The meeting was bliss ; but the parting was woe ; For the moment will come when such comers must go; So she kiss'd him, and whisper'd — poor innocent thing— " The next time you come, love, pray come with a ring.