The poetical works of Thomas Hood, ed. by W.M. Rossetti1871 |
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... Playing at Soldiers . " Who'll serve the King ? " An Illustration . 390 " Napoleon's Midnight Review . " A New Version 393 Queen Mab 394 Ode to Dr. Kitchener 396 The Cigar . 398 〃 PREFATORY NOTICE . THERE were scarcely any events in.
... Playing at Soldiers . " Who'll serve the King ? " An Illustration . 390 " Napoleon's Midnight Review . " A New Version 393 Queen Mab 394 Ode to Dr. Kitchener 396 The Cigar . 398 〃 PREFATORY NOTICE . THERE were scarcely any events in.
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... kinds of fun , verbal and other , was a part of Hood's nature . We see it in the practical jokes he was continually playing on his good - humoured wife- such as altering into grotesque absurdity many of the words PREFATORY NOTICE . xix.
... kinds of fun , verbal and other , was a part of Hood's nature . We see it in the practical jokes he was continually playing on his good - humoured wife- such as altering into grotesque absurdity many of the words PREFATORY NOTICE . xix.
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... play is understood to have been acted at Drury Lane . The novel of Tylney Hall , and the poem of the Epping Hunt , were written at Wanstead . Born in comfortable mediocrity , and early inured to nar- row fortunes , Hood had no doubt ...
... play is understood to have been acted at Drury Lane . The novel of Tylney Hall , and the poem of the Epping Hunt , were written at Wanstead . Born in comfortable mediocrity , and early inured to nar- row fortunes , Hood had no doubt ...
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... play'd His Deh Vieni , and such amorous airs , Born only underneath Italian skies , Where every fiddle has a Bridge of Sighs . Sweet was the tune - the words were even sweeter- Praising her eyes , her lips , her nose , her hair , With ...
... play'd His Deh Vieni , and such amorous airs , Born only underneath Italian skies , Where every fiddle has a Bridge of Sighs . Sweet was the tune - the words were even sweeter- Praising her eyes , her lips , her nose , her hair , With ...
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... play At Fox and Goose with Fox's Martyrs ! I own I laugh at over - righteous men , I own I shake my sides at ranters , And treat sham - Abr'am saints with wicked banters , I even own , that there are times -- but then It's when I've got ...
... play At Fox and Goose with Fox's Martyrs ! I own I laugh at over - righteous men , I own I shake my sides at ranters , And treat sham - Abr'am saints with wicked banters , I even own , that there are times -- but then It's when I've got ...
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Page 179 - 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! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 179 - 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 378 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee!
Page 94 - 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 xxxiii - One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! 'Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! "Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; 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...
Page 194 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Page 95 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page 183 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Page 343 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms : But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot 1
Page 101 - Oh what a tale they told of fear intense, Of horror and amazement ! What human creature in the dead of night Had coursed like hunted hare that cruel distance ? Had sought the door, the window in his flight, Striving for dear existence ? What shrieking spirit in that bloody room Its mortal frame had violently quitted? — Across the sunbeam, with a sudden gloom, A ghostly shadow flitted.