The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volume 1Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 58
Page xi
... human interests of the time , and transported them from the ground of social phi- losophy into the loftier domain of the imagination . They are no clamorous expressions of anger at the discrepancies and contrasts of humanity , but plain ...
... human interests of the time , and transported them from the ground of social phi- losophy into the loftier domain of the imagination . They are no clamorous expressions of anger at the discrepancies and contrasts of humanity , but plain ...
Page xii
... vicissitudes of human exist- ence . This was the lesson that Thomas Hood left behind him , and which the people of this country will not easily forget . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . то CHARLES LAMB XII MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
... vicissitudes of human exist- ence . This was the lesson that Thomas Hood left behind him , and which the people of this country will not easily forget . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . то CHARLES LAMB XII MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
Page 14
... human sympathies , and linked them by so many delightful asso- ciations with the productions of nature , that they are as real to the mind's eye , as their green magical circles to the outer sense . It would have been a pity for such a ...
... human sympathies , and linked them by so many delightful asso- ciations with the productions of nature , that they are as real to the mind's eye , as their green magical circles to the outer sense . It would have been a pity for such a ...
Page 18
... human gossamers , we perish when We fade , and are forgot in worldly ken , - Though poesy has thus prolong'd our date , Thanks be to the sweet Bard's auspicious pen That rescued us so long ! -howbeit of late I feel some dark misgivings ...
... human gossamers , we perish when We fade , and are forgot in worldly ken , - Though poesy has thus prolong'd our date , Thanks be to the sweet Bard's auspicious pen That rescued us so long ! -howbeit of late I feel some dark misgivings ...
Page 22
... human scheme . O spare us then , and these our pretty elves , We soon , alas ! shall perish of ourselves ! " XXV . Now as she ended , with a sigh , to name Those old Olympians , scatter'd by the whirl Of fortune's giddy wheel and ...
... human scheme . O spare us then , and these our pretty elves , We soon , alas ! shall perish of ourselves ! " XXV . Now as she ended , with a sigh , to name Those old Olympians , scatter'd by the whirl Of fortune's giddy wheel and ...
Contents
vii | |
101 | |
108 | |
118 | |
125 | |
140 | |
151 | |
177 | |
230 | |
303 | |
326 | |
335 | |
348 | |
355 | |
361 | |
370 | |
183 | |
191 | |
197 | |
203 | |
209 | |
216 | |
222 | |
228 | |
376 | |
384 | |
396 | |
405 | |
421 | |
427 | |
435 | |
442 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
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...
Page 426 - In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, Thou idol of thy parents (Drat the boy ! There goes my ink !) Thou...