The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, with a Biographical SketchPhillips, 1854 - 490 pages |
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Page xv
... look forward to Elia ! and back- ward for Hazlitt , and all round for Edward Herbert , and how I used to look up to Allan Cunningham ! for at that time the London had a goodly list of writers - a rare company . It is now defunct ; and ...
... look forward to Elia ! and back- ward for Hazlitt , and all round for Edward Herbert , and how I used to look up to Allan Cunningham ! for at that time the London had a goodly list of writers - a rare company . It is now defunct ; and ...
Page xxvii
... look down with gratification upon us who have raised this modest homage to him- may he look down with pleasure on those he has left behind him , and who inherit his honor and his name - - and may we all bear home with us the consoling ...
... look down with gratification upon us who have raised this modest homage to him- may he look down with pleasure on those he has left behind him , and who inherit his honor and his name - - and may we all bear home with us the consoling ...
Page xxviii
... looks well in the midst of the medley of monuments with which Kensal - green is filling . But , in- dependently of any consideration of that kind , this must ever be one of the chief treasures of the place . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER ...
... looks well in the midst of the medley of monuments with which Kensal - green is filling . But , in- dependently of any consideration of that kind , this must ever be one of the chief treasures of the place . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER ...
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... looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime ; That forth I fared , on one of those still eves , Touched with the dewy sadness of the time , To think how ...
... looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime ; That forth I fared , on one of those still eves , Touched with the dewy sadness of the time , To think how ...
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... look was dreadful , for it made The trembling birds betake them to the sky , For every leaf was lifted by his sigh . " And ever , as he sighed , his foggy breath Blurred out the landscape like a flight of smoke : Thence knew I this was ...
... look was dreadful , for it made The trembling birds betake them to the sky , For every leaf was lifted by his sigh . " And ever , as he sighed , his foggy breath Blurred out the landscape like a flight of smoke : Thence knew I this was ...
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beauty bird blood bloom blue breath bright brow Charles Lamb cheeks cloud cold crooked dame dance dark dead deaf dear death 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 heaven HERO AND LEANDER horrid human hung kiss leaves light limbs lips living look Love's lullaby Lycus Meanwhile Miss Kilmansegg moon morn Nelly Gray never night Number o'er once Otto of Roses pale perchance pity poor raining music rich rose Rotterdam round Sally Brown Saturn seemed shade shadows shine sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thrush tree trumpet turned vext voice wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings young zounds
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Page xxvii - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. ' Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 143 - 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 that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
Page 149 - 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
Page 146 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it : Picture it,- — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly Decently, — kindly, — Smooth and compose them...
Page 149 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to...
Page 106 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain; 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...
Page 178 - 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...
Page 164 - I saw thee, lovely Ines, Descend along the shore, With bands of noble gentlemen, And banners waved before; And gentle youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore; It would have been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more!
Page 170 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; — Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Page 392 - Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform.