The Works of Thomas Hood, Volume 3Putnam, 1864 - English poetry |
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... death in the wild woods entangled , " Or tortured slowly at an Indian stake , Or smothered in the sandy hot simoon , Or crushed in Chili by earth's awful quake , Or baked in lava , a Vesuvian tomb , Or dirged by syrens and the billows ...
... death in the wild woods entangled , " Or tortured slowly at an Indian stake , Or smothered in the sandy hot simoon , Or crushed in Chili by earth's awful quake , Or baked in lava , a Vesuvian tomb , Or dirged by syrens and the billows ...
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... deaths recorded of the poets . " But- ler , " says Mr. D'Israeli , " lived in a cellar , and Goldsmith in a Deserted Village . Savage ran wild - Chatterton was carried on St. Augustine's Back like a young gipsy ; and . his half ...
... deaths recorded of the poets . " But- ler , " says Mr. D'Israeli , " lived in a cellar , and Goldsmith in a Deserted Village . Savage ran wild - Chatterton was carried on St. Augustine's Back like a young gipsy ; and . his half ...
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... death discovered his propensity for poetry , and happily cleared up some points in John's character , which had ap- peared to his disadvantage . Thus when his eye was " in fine frenzy rolling , " bemused only with Castalian water , he ...
... death discovered his propensity for poetry , and happily cleared up some points in John's character , which had ap- peared to his disadvantage . Thus when his eye was " in fine frenzy rolling , " bemused only with Castalian water , he ...
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... Death's 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 ...
... Death's 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 ...
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... 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 , That isn't ...
... 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 , That isn't ...
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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.