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1 from his annuals , farcical letters of servants and others , after the manner of
Winifred Jenkins - clever extravagances , seldom deficient in literary merit , but
which oftener conceal the man from the reader than lead the latter to suspect the
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1 from his annuals , farcical letters of servants and others , after the manner of
Winifred Jenkins - clever extravagances , seldom deficient in literary merit , but
which oftener conceal the man from the reader than lead the latter to suspect the
...
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PROSE AND VERSE . PREFACE TO HOOD'S OWN . BEING AN INAUGURAL
DISCOURSE ON A CERTAIN SYSTEM OF PRACTICAL PHILOSOPHY .
COURTEOUS READER ! Presuming that you have known something of the
Comic Annual ...
PROSE AND VERSE . PREFACE TO HOOD'S OWN . BEING AN INAUGURAL
DISCOURSE ON A CERTAIN SYSTEM OF PRACTICAL PHILOSOPHY .
COURTEOUS READER ! Presuming that you have known something of the
Comic Annual ...
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... or tended by an affectionate Invisible Girl - like an unknown Love , blessing us
with “ favors secret , sweet , and precious , " and fondly stealing us from this
worky - day world to a sunny sphere of her own . This is a novel version , Reader
, of ...
... or tended by an affectionate Invisible Girl - like an unknown Love , blessing us
with “ favors secret , sweet , and precious , " and fondly stealing us from this
worky - day world to a sunny sphere of her own . This is a novel version , Reader
, of ...
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This is a novel version , Reader , of “ Paradise and the Peri , ” but it is as true as it
is new . How else could I have converted a serious illness into a comic wellness
— by what other agency could I have transported myself , as a Cockney would ...
This is a novel version , Reader , of “ Paradise and the Peri , ” but it is as true as it
is new . How else could I have converted a serious illness into a comic wellness
— by what other agency could I have transported myself , as a Cockney would ...
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Gentle reader , how do you like this Laughing Philosophy ? The joyous cheers
you have just heard , come from a crazy vessel that has clawed , by miracle , off a
lee - shore , and I , the skipper , am sitting down to my grog , and re - counting to ...
Gentle reader , how do you like this Laughing Philosophy ? The joyous cheers
you have just heard , come from a crazy vessel that has clawed , by miracle , off a
lee - shore , and I , the skipper , am sitting down to my grog , and re - counting to ...
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Page 34 - 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. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
Page 34 - 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 26 - Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep : Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep.
Page 26 - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "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 23 - And, long since then, of bloody men Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves ; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod...
Page 210 - 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 209 - The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Page 134 - 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 ! PART III.
Page 180 - Ines" had always, for me, an inexpressible charm: O saw ye not fair Ines! She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest...