The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volume 1Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
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... go extinct , even though they were but as the butterflies that hover about the leaves and blossoms of the visible world . I am , 1827 . My dear friend , Yours most truly , T. HOOD THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . I. " TWAS.
... go extinct , even though they were but as the butterflies that hover about the leaves and blossoms of the visible world . I am , 1827 . My dear friend , Yours most truly , T. HOOD THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . I. " TWAS.
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... TWAS in that mellow season of the year When the hot Sun singes the yellow leaves Till they be gold , -and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind ...
... TWAS in that mellow season of the year When the hot Sun singes the yellow leaves Till they be gold , -and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind ...
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... Twas nigh sweet Amwell ; -for the Queen had task'd Our skill to - day amidst the silver Lea , Whereon the noontide sun had not yet bask'd ; Wherefore some patient man we thought to see , Planted in moss - grown rushes to the knee ...
... Twas nigh sweet Amwell ; -for the Queen had task'd Our skill to - day amidst the silver Lea , Whereon the noontide sun had not yet bask'd ; Wherefore some patient man we thought to see , Planted in moss - grown rushes to the knee ...
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... Twas they first school'd my young imagination To take its flights like any new - fledged bird , And show'd the span of winged meditation Stretch'd wider than things grossly seen or heard . With sweet swift Ariel how I soar'd and stirr'd ...
... Twas they first school'd my young imagination To take its flights like any new - fledged bird , And show'd the span of winged meditation Stretch'd wider than things grossly seen or heard . With sweet swift Ariel how I soar'd and stirr'd ...
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... twas the veriest pity Our love should not last , and then sang me a ditty , Of one with warm lips that should love her , and love her When suns were burnt dim and long ages past over . So she fled with her voice , and I patiently nested ...
... twas the veriest pity Our love should not last , and then sang me a ditty , Of one with warm lips that should love her , and love her When suns were burnt dim and long ages past over . So she fled with her voice , and I patiently nested ...
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birds blood bloom blue bow'd breath bright brow call'd cheeks clouds cold d'ye think Dame dance dark dead deaf dear death doth dream earth elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Gold Sticks Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath head heard heart HERO AND LEANDER hollow horrid human hung Hyæna leaves light limbs lips living look'd looks Love's Lullaby LYCUS Meanwhile Miss Kilmansegg moon morn Naiad Nelly Gray never night o'er Otto of Roses pale perchance pity raining music rich rose Rotterdam round Sally Brown Saturn seem'd shade shadows shine sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd sweet tears tender thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thrush tongue trees Trumpet turn'd Twas vext voice wave weep Whilst wild wind wings wretched young
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Page 155 - 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 155 - Work — work — work, Till the brain begins to swim; Work — work — work, Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures
Page 206 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.
Page 206 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Page 153 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 118 - And souls untouched by sin ; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in : Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, — Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can...
Page 122 - And peace went with them one and all, And each calm pillow spread ; But guilt was my grim chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red...
Page 152 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly. Loving, not loathing, — Touch her not scornfully ; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly ; Not of the stains of her — All that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
Page 123 - One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave ; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave, Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave...
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