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... Round my Hat Ben Bluff • A Plain Direction The Bachelor's Dream Rural Felicity A Flying Visit • The Doves and the Crows The Doctor . The Vision . The Assistant Drapers ' Petition Lord Durham's Return Verses mistaken for an Incendiary ...
... Round my Hat Ben Bluff • A Plain Direction The Bachelor's Dream Rural Felicity A Flying Visit • The Doves and the Crows The Doctor . The Vision . The Assistant Drapers ' Petition Lord Durham's Return Verses mistaken for an Incendiary ...
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... round her as victuals grow scant , And recal , with foul faces , the source of their want- When she thinks of their poor little mouths to be fed , And then thinks of her trade that is utterly dead , And even its pearlashes laid in the ...
... round her as victuals grow scant , And recal , with foul faces , the source of their want- When she thinks of their poor little mouths to be fed , And then thinks of her trade that is utterly dead , And even its pearlashes laid in the ...
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... round and round , They'll scruntch your Bones some day - I'll be bound , And no more nor be a gudgement , -for it cant come to good To sit up agin Providince , which your a doing , -nor not fit It should , 70 For man warnt maid for ...
... round and round , They'll scruntch your Bones some day - I'll be bound , And no more nor be a gudgement , -for it cant come to good To sit up agin Providince , which your a doing , -nor not fit It should , 70 For man warnt maid for ...
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... round the Cape , A short cut thro ' the collar ! 4 Hast found the way that sighs were sent to 2 The Pole - tho ' God knows whom they went to ! That track reveal'd to Pope- Or if the Arctic waters sally , Or terminate in some blind alley ...
... round the Cape , A short cut thro ' the collar ! 4 Hast found the way that sighs were sent to 2 The Pole - tho ' God knows whom they went to ! That track reveal'd to Pope- Or if the Arctic waters sally , Or terminate in some blind alley ...
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... round ! 3 Oh , rather thy whole proper length reveal , Standing like Fortune , -on the jack - thy wheel . ( Thou art , like Fortune , full of chops and changes , Thou hast a fillet too before thine eye ! ) Scanning our kitchen , and our ...
... round ! 3 Oh , rather thy whole proper length reveal , Standing like Fortune , -on the jack - thy wheel . ( Thou art , like Fortune , full of chops and changes , Thou hast a fillet too before thine eye ! ) Scanning our kitchen , and our ...
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Apollonius birds blue breath bright brow Burn cheek clouds cold Comic Annual cried dark dead dear death dream drink EPIGRAM Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy farewell fear friends gaze gold golden gone grave green grief hair hand hast hath head hear heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horse John Huggins Jonathan Blewitt Lady Lamia legs light lips live London Magazine look look'd Lord Lycius Lycus Miss moon morn ne'er never night nose Number o'er Old Bailey once poor rose round Sally Brown seem'd shine sigh sing sleep song SONNET soon sorrow soul stood sure sweet tears thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thro turn turn'd Twas wave weep Whilst wild wind wings wretched young Zounds ΤΟ
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Page 623 - Oh ! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet ; With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal...
Page 530 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 344 - 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 648 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world...
Page 308 - 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 623 - O men, with sisters dear ! O men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch— stitch— stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt.
Page 648 - Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other...
Page 623 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 629 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted I PART II.
Page 531 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.