The Comic Poems of Thomas HoodE. Moxon, 1876 - 518 sider |
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... his cob , Or Trudge and his ass at a tinkering job , To the " Saint " who expounded at " Little Zion " . Or the " Sinner " who kept " the Golden Lion " - The man teetotally wean'd from liquor- The Beadle , the 24 TALE OF A TRUMPET .
... his cob , Or Trudge and his ass at a tinkering job , To the " Saint " who expounded at " Little Zion " . Or the " Sinner " who kept " the Golden Lion " - The man teetotally wean'd from liquor- The Beadle , the 24 TALE OF A TRUMPET .
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... golden , Or port , so olden , Bereft of 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 ...
... golden , Or port , so olden , Bereft of 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 ...
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... golden ladle . " - GOLDSMITH , " Some are born with tin rings in their noses , and some with silver ones . " - SILVERSMITH . of indeed , Conte English know ! HO ruined me ere I was born , Sold every acre , grass or corn , And left the ...
... golden ladle . " - GOLDSMITH , " Some are born with tin rings in their noses , and some with silver ones . " - SILVERSMITH . of indeed , Conte English know ! HO ruined me ere I was born , Sold every acre , grass or corn , And left the ...
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... Golden Balls ? -I like them not ; An Auctioneer I never did- The victim of a slavish lot , Obliged to do as he is bid ! XVI . A Broker watching fall and rise Of Stock ? -I'd rather deal in stone , — A Printer ? -there his toils comprise ...
... Golden Balls ? -I like them not ; An Auctioneer I never did- The victim of a slavish lot , Obliged to do as he is bid ! XVI . A Broker watching fall and rise Of Stock ? -I'd rather deal in stone , — A Printer ? -there his toils comprise ...
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... golden balls haven't lured you to play Rather false , Mr. D. , to all pledges but one ? How defunct is the show that was chivalry's mimic ! The breastplate - the feathers — the gallant array ! So fades , so grows dim , and so dies , Mr ...
... golden balls haven't lured you to play Rather false , Mr. D. , to all pledges but one ? How defunct is the show that was chivalry's mimic ! The breastplate - the feathers — the gallant array ! So fades , so grows dim , and so dies , Mr ...
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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!