Poems, Volume 2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - 229 pages |
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... hope which the writer had allowed himself to entertain , it will be followed by a volume composed of the more thoughtful pieces in his Poems of wit and humor . It is believed that the most sacred duty which his friends owed to his ...
... hope which the writer had allowed himself to entertain , it will be followed by a volume composed of the more thoughtful pieces in his Poems of wit and humor . It is believed that the most sacred duty which his friends owed to his ...
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... hope and trust to its results , when he should be no more . 66 Pity for the erring , mercy to the weak , scorn of hypo- crisy and bigotry ; the preservation , through a rough life , of every humanising and tender thought to which its ...
... hope and trust to its results , when he should be no more . 66 Pity for the erring , mercy to the weak , scorn of hypo- crisy and bigotry ; the preservation , through a rough life , of every humanising and tender thought to which its ...
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... 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 vapor cold- I smell the rose above the mould ! " The next ( the Ode on ...
... 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 vapor cold- I smell the rose above the mould ! " The next ( the Ode on ...
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... hope that in any future recital of the names of writers who have contributed to the stock of genuine English poetry , Thomas Hood will find honorable men- tion . ' Before it can be otherwise , not only must the cha- racter of genuine ...
... hope that in any future recital of the names of writers who have contributed to the stock of genuine English poetry , Thomas Hood will find honorable men- tion . ' Before it can be otherwise , not only must the cha- racter of genuine ...
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... HOPE , AND MEMORY FLOWERS TO- TO - TO - SERENADE VERSES IN AN ALBUM BALLAD . THE ROMANCE OF COLOGNE 70- COMPOSED AT ROTTERDAM TO THE OCEAN LEAR SONNET TO A SONNET FALSE POETS AND TRUE 10- • • FOR THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY SONNETS . PAGE 1 3 ...
... HOPE , AND MEMORY FLOWERS TO- TO - TO - SERENADE VERSES IN AN ALBUM BALLAD . THE ROMANCE OF COLOGNE 70- COMPOSED AT ROTTERDAM TO THE OCEAN LEAR SONNET TO A SONNET FALSE POETS AND TRUE 10- • • FOR THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY SONNETS . PAGE 1 3 ...
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Page 194 - 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 feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Page 184 - 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. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Page 185 - Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — . Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? 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 192 - 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 145 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Page 112 - 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 84 - Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares — The poets who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays...
Page 71 - Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay : For misery is trodden on by many, And being low never relieved by any.
Page 116 - 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...
Page 186 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing, Fix'd on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurr'd 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...