The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volum 2Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
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... Thought .. On the Art - Unions .. The Lost Heir .. An Ancient Concert . A Report from Below . Ode to M. Brunel ... Over the Way .. A Nocturnal Sketch . Domestic Asides ; or Truth in Parentheses . Epigrams ... The Last Wish . The Devil's ...
... Thought .. On the Art - Unions .. The Lost Heir .. An Ancient Concert . A Report from Below . Ode to M. Brunel ... Over the Way .. A Nocturnal Sketch . Domestic Asides ; or Truth in Parentheses . Epigrams ... The Last Wish . The Devil's ...
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... thought , like Otaheitan cooks , No food was fit to eat till I had chew'd it . On Bible stilts I don't affect to stalk ; Nor lard with Scripture my familiar talk , — For man may pious texts repeat , And yet religion have no inward seat ...
... thought , like Otaheitan cooks , No food was fit to eat till I had chew'd it . On Bible stilts I don't affect to stalk ; Nor lard with Scripture my familiar talk , — For man may pious texts repeat , And yet religion have no inward seat ...
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... thought recalls ! What tender urchins now confine , What little captives now repine , Within yon irksome walls ! * No connection with any other Ode . Ay , that's the very house ! I know Its ODE . 29 29 Ode on a Distant Prospect of ...
... thought recalls ! What tender urchins now confine , What little captives now repine , Within yon irksome walls ! * No connection with any other Ode . Ay , that's the very house ! I know Its ODE . 29 29 Ode on a Distant Prospect of ...
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... thoughts the string ! My marbles - once my bag was stored , - Now I must play with Elgin's lord , With Theseus for a taw ! My playful horse has slipt his string , Forgotten all his capering , And harness'd to the law ! VOL . II . 3 My ...
... thoughts the string ! My marbles - once my bag was stored , - Now I must play with Elgin's lord , With Theseus for a taw ! My playful horse has slipt his string , Forgotten all his capering , And harness'd to the law ! VOL . II . 3 My ...
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... THOUGHT . No more , no more will I resign My couch so warm and soft , To trouble trout with hook and line , That will not spring aloft . With larks appointment one may fix To greet the dawning skies , But hang ... THOUGHT . A Morning Thought.
... THOUGHT . No more , no more will I resign My couch so warm and soft , To trouble trout with hook and line , That will not spring aloft . With larks appointment one may fix To greet the dawning skies , But hang ... THOUGHT . A Morning Thought.
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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...