The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With Some Account of the Author. In Four Volumes, Volume 1Little, Brown, 1861 - English poetry |
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... pearls , and fell , Some on the grass , and some against his hand , Or haply wander'd to the dimpled well , Which love beside his mouth had sweetly plann'd , Yet not for tears , but mirth and smilings bland . LXXXII . " Pity it was to ...
... pearls , and fell , Some on the grass , and some against his hand , Or haply wander'd to the dimpled well , Which love beside his mouth had sweetly plann'd , Yet not for tears , but mirth and smilings bland . LXXXII . " Pity it was to ...
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... pearls for courtly dames , And gorgeous silks that Samarcand supplies : Witness that Royal Bourse he bade arise , The mart of merchants from the East and West ; Whose slender summit , pointing to the skies , Still bears , in token of ...
... pearls for courtly dames , And gorgeous silks that Samarcand supplies : Witness that Royal Bourse he bade arise , The mart of merchants from the East and West ; Whose slender summit , pointing to the skies , Still bears , in token of ...
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... pearls outpeeping from their silvery shells : Her polish'd brow , it is an ample plain , To lodge vast contemplations of the main . XXXV . Her lips might corals seem , but corals near , Stray through her hair like blossoms on a bower ...
... pearls outpeeping from their silvery shells : Her polish'd brow , it is an ample plain , To lodge vast contemplations of the main . XXXV . Her lips might corals seem , but corals near , Stray through her hair like blossoms on a bower ...
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... Pearls wouldst thou have beside ? crystals to shine ? I had such treasures once , -now they are thine . LXVIII . " Now , lay thine ear against this golden sand , And thou shalt hear the music of the sea , Those hollow tunes it plays ...
... Pearls wouldst thou have beside ? crystals to shine ? I had such treasures once , -now they are thine . LXVIII . " Now , lay thine ear against this golden sand , And thou shalt hear the music of the sea , Those hollow tunes it plays ...
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... pearls opaque , Hereafter to be worn on arms and ears ; So one maid's trophy is another's tears ! LXXXIV . " O foul Arch - Shadow , thou old cloud of Night , ( Thus in her frenzy she began to wail , ) Thou blank oblivion — blotter out ...
... pearls opaque , Hereafter to be worn on arms and ears ; So one maid's trophy is another's tears ! LXXXIV . " O foul Arch - Shadow , thou old cloud of Night , ( Thus in her frenzy she began to wail , ) Thou blank oblivion — blotter out ...
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Page 190 - 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 ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh, it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full. Home she had none.
Page 188 - One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Page 280 - 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.
Page 149 - 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 150 - 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 276 - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
Page 192 - Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, ; Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast ! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour ! The vigour of this poem is no less remarkable than its pathos.
Page 315 - Be lapp'd in alien clay and laid below ; It is not death to know this, — but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft, — and when grass waves Over the past-away, there may be then No resurrection in the minds of men.
Page 147 - My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the Devil's price: A dozen times I groaned: the dead Had never groaned but twice.
Page 218 - Strong the earthy odour grows — I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome Life ! the Spirit strives ! Strength returns and hope revives ; Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn, — O'er the earth there comes a bloom ; Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapour cold — I smell the rose above the mould ! April, 1845.