The Comic Poems of Thomas HoodE. Moxon, 1876 - 518 sider |
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... body . But what then ? That emaciated hand still lends a hand to embody in words and sketches the creations or recreations of a Merry Fancy : those gaunt sides yet shake heartily as ever at the Grotesques and Arabesques and droll ...
... body . But what then ? That emaciated hand still lends a hand to embody in words and sketches the creations or recreations of a Merry Fancy : those gaunt sides yet shake heartily as ever at the Grotesques and Arabesques and droll ...
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... body might craten , cry my mind luckily had no mind to give in . So , instead of mounting on the black long - tailed coach horse , she vaulted on her old Hobby that had capered in the Morris - Dance , and began to exhort from its back ...
... body might craten , cry my mind luckily had no mind to give in . So , instead of mounting on the black long - tailed coach horse , she vaulted on her old Hobby that had capered in the Morris - Dance , and began to exhort from its back ...
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... body and soul , As if they didn't belong to the Parish ! ' Twas awful to hear , as she went along , The wicked words of the popular song ; Or supposing she listen'd - as gossips will At a door ajar , or a window agape , To catch the ...
... body and soul , As if they didn't belong to the Parish ! ' Twas awful to hear , as she went along , The wicked words of the popular song ; Or supposing she listen'd - as gossips will At a door ajar , or a window agape , To catch the ...
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... body - and addle the eggs- And give a baby bandy legs ; Though in common belief a Witch's curse Involves all these horrible things , and worse →→ As ignorant bumpkins all profess , No bumpkin makes a poke the less At the back or ribs ...
... body - and addle the eggs- And give a baby bandy legs ; Though in common belief a Witch's curse Involves all these horrible things , and worse →→ As ignorant bumpkins all profess , No bumpkin makes a poke the less At the back or ribs ...
Side 39
... body ' tis no longer portly- But old or otherwise -- to be veracious— That cobwebb'd cellar , damp , and dim , and spacious , He'd nothing crusty - but crustaceous . Prone , on the chilly floor , Five splendid Turtles - such a five ...
... body ' tis no longer portly- But old or otherwise -- to be veracious— That cobwebb'd cellar , damp , and dim , and spacious , He'd nothing crusty - but crustaceous . Prone , on the chilly floor , Five splendid Turtles - such a five ...
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Side 118 - In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, Thou idol of thy parents (Drat the boy ! There goes my ink !) Thou...
Side 120 - Thou pretty opening rose! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!) Balmy and breathing music like the South, — (He really brings my heart into my mouth...
Side 118 - Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin — (Good heavens ! the child is swallowing a pin !) Thou little tricksy Puck ! With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air — (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire...
Side 378 - So round his melancholy neck A rope he did entwine, And, for his second time in life, Enlisted in the Line! One end he tied around a beam, And then removed his pegs, And, as his legs were off, — of course, He soon was off his legs!
Side 377 - Before you had those timber toes Your love I did allow; But then, you know, you stand upon Another footing now." "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! For all your jeering speeches, At duty's call I left my legs In Badajos's breaches.
Side 120 - With pure heart newly stamped from Nature's mint — (Where did he learn that squint !) Thou young domestic dove ! (He'll have that jug off, with another shove !) Dear nursling of the Hymeneal nest ! (Are those torn clothes his best ?) Little epitome of man ! (He'll climb upon the table, that's his plan...
Side 65 - EVEN is come ; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun — one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch...
Side 376 - But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off!
Side 86 - As for hollyoaks at the cottage doors, and honeysuckles and jasmines, you may go and whistle ; But the Tailor's front garden grows two cabbages, a dock, a ha'porth of pennyroyal, two dandelions, and a thistle. There are three small orchards — Mr. Busby's the schoolmaster's is the chief — With two pear-trees that don't bear; one plum and an apple, that every year is stripped by a thief.
Side 377 - you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you cannot wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms !" XI. " O, false and fickle Nelly Gray! I know why you refuse : Though I've no feet — some other man Is standing in my shoes ! " I wish I ne'er had seen your face ; But, now, a long farewell ! For you will be my death ; — alas ! You will not be my Nell!