The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... gazing on their faces , and grasping their right hands . Familiar fig- ures rise before me , familiar voices ring in my ears , and , alas ! anongst them are shapes that I must never see , sounds that I can never hear , again . Before my ...
... gazing on their faces , and grasping their right hands . Familiar fig- ures rise before me , familiar voices ring in my ears , and , alas ! anongst them are shapes that I must never see , sounds that I can never hear , again . Before my ...
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... Gaze on the grass as for a dying bed ; But Puck was seated on a spider's thread , That hung between two branches of a brier , And ' gan to swing and gambol heels o'er head , Like any Southwark tumbler on a wire , For him no present ...
... Gaze on the grass as for a dying bed ; But Puck was seated on a spider's thread , That hung between two branches of a brier , And ' gan to swing and gambol heels o'er head , Like any Southwark tumbler on a wire , For him no present ...
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... gaze and marvel at our stretch of sense And praise our human - like intelligence . " Wherefore , by thy delight in that old tale , And plaintive dirges the late robins sing , What time the leaves are scattered by the gale , Mindful of ...
... gaze and marvel at our stretch of sense And praise our human - like intelligence . " Wherefore , by thy delight in that old tale , And plaintive dirges the late robins sing , What time the leaves are scattered by the gale , Mindful of ...
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... and dim ; - Howbeit no patient fisherman was he That cast his sudden shadow from the brim , Making us leave our toils to gaze on him . " His face was ashy pale , and leaden care 22 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES .
... and dim ; - Howbeit no patient fisherman was he That cast his sudden shadow from the brim , Making us leave our toils to gaze on him . " His face was ashy pale , and leaden care 22 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES .
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... gaze , With bright eyes kindling at this pleasant hap ; And thence upon the fair moon's silver map , As if in question of this magic chance , Laid like a dream upon the green earth's lap ; And then upon old Saturn turns askance ...
... gaze , With bright eyes kindling at this pleasant hap ; And thence upon the fair moon's silver map , As if in question of this magic chance , Laid like a dream upon the green earth's lap ; And then upon old Saturn turns askance ...
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Términos y frases comunes
bird blood bloom blue breath BRIDGE OF SIGHS bright brow Charles Lamb cheeks cloud cold crooked dame dance dark dead deaf dear death doth dream earth elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath head heard heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horrid human hung kiss light limbs lips living look Love's lullaby Lycus Meanwhile melancholy 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 voice walk wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings young zounds
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Página 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 "Song of the Shirt.
Página 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.
Página 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 She sang the "Song of the Shirt.
Página 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 ! I remember, I remember...
Página 179 - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — The tree is living yet!
Página 146 - Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly. Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity.
Página 148 - Work, work, work, In the dull December light, And work, work, work, When the weather Is warm and bright, While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs, And twit me with the spring.
Página 391 - 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!
Página 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...
Página 306 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled : Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold!