The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volum 2Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
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... hard , honest , energetic rubbing And scrubbing , Sousing each sooty frame from heels to head With stiff , strong saponaceous lather , And pails of water - hottish rather , But not so boiling as to turn ' em red ! So spoke the ...
... hard , honest , energetic rubbing And scrubbing , Sousing each sooty frame from heels to head With stiff , strong saponaceous lather , And pails of water - hottish rather , But not so boiling as to turn ' em red ! So spoke the ...
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... hard and soft , Soda and pearlash , huckaback and sand , Brooms , brushes , palm of hand , And scourers in the office strong and clever , In spite of all the tubbing , rubbing , scrubbing , The routing and the grubbing , The blacks ...
... hard and soft , Soda and pearlash , huckaback and sand , Brooms , brushes , palm of hand , And scourers in the office strong and clever , In spite of all the tubbing , rubbing , scrubbing , The routing and the grubbing , The blacks ...
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... hard them kind of men Won't let a body be . " OLD BALLAD . A WANDERER , Wilson , from my native land , Remote , O Rae , from godliness and thee , Where rolls between us the eternal sea , Besides some furlongs of a foreign sand ...
... hard them kind of men Won't let a body be . " OLD BALLAD . A WANDERER , Wilson , from my native land , Remote , O Rae , from godliness and thee , Where rolls between us the eternal sea , Besides some furlongs of a foreign sand ...
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... You're right ! no house along the road comes nigh it ! " Twas built by the same man as built yon chapel , And master wanted once to buy it , — But t'other driv the bargain much too hard— He ax'd 20 ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE .
... You're right ! no house along the road comes nigh it ! " Twas built by the same man as built yon chapel , And master wanted once to buy it , — But t'other driv the bargain much too hard— He ax'd 20 ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE .
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With a Memoir Thomas Hood. But t'other driv the bargain much too hard— He ax'd sure - ly a sum purdigious ! But being so particular religious , Why , that , you see , put master on his guard ! Church is " a little heav'n below , 99 I ...
With a Memoir Thomas Hood. But t'other driv the bargain much too hard— He ax'd sure - ly a sum purdigious ! But being so particular religious , Why , that , you see , put master on his guard ! Church is " a little heav'n below , 99 I ...
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Side 206 - He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
Side 34 - Twas papered o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote — my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail, my fancies droop, Joy never cometh with a hoop, And seldom with a call...
Side 376 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Side 24 - Rae ! — whatever sort beside You take in lieu, shun spiritual pride ! A pride there is of rank — a pride of birth, A pride of learning, and a pride of purse, A London pride — in short, there be on earth A host of prides, some better and some worse ; But of all prides, since Lucifer's attaint, The proudest swells a self-elected Saint.
Side 35 - ... hand to shake, It makes me shrink and sigh : — On this I will not dwell and hang, — The changeling would not feel a pang Though these should meet his eye ! No skies so blue or so serene As then ; — no leaves look half so green As clothed the playground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so, Nor does it ease my heart to know That change resides in me...
Side 20 - s not reckon'da religious bird Because it keeps a-cawing from a steeple. The Temple is a good, a holy place, But quacking only gives it an ill...
Side 59 - He came, and knelt with all his fat. And made an offer plump. Said she, my taste will never learn To like so huge a man, So I must beg you will come here As little as you can.
Side 70 - s roaring, Peal on peal contending clash ; On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes the paddles splash.
Side 35 - Beneath the stroke, and even find Some sugar in the cane ! The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed ! The Fairy Tales in school-time read, By stealth, 'twixt verb and noun ! The angel form that always walk'd In all my dreams, and look'd and talk'd Exactly like Miss Brown ! The omne bene...
Side 207 - ... such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with ,their little professional notes sounding like the peep peep of a young sparrow...