The Comic Poems of Thomas HoodE. Moxon, 1876 - 518 sider |
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Side vii
... sounds , or a distortion of pro- nunciation does not constitute a pun — a double meaning is essential to its existence - a play of sense as well as of sound . That the latter was in HOOD's opinion the more important feature of the two ...
... sounds , or a distortion of pro- nunciation does not constitute a pun — a double meaning is essential to its existence - a play of sense as well as of sound . That the latter was in HOOD's opinion the more important feature of the two ...
Side viii
... sound without meaning . Perhaps the best defence of punning is to be found in the following stanzas of " Miss Kilmansegg : ” " There's strength in double joints , no doubt , In double X Ale , and Dublin Stout , That the single sorts ...
... sound without meaning . Perhaps the best defence of punning is to be found in the following stanzas of " Miss Kilmansegg : ” " There's strength in double joints , no doubt , In double X Ale , and Dublin Stout , That the single sorts ...
Side 11
... call as deaf as bricks- For her all human kind were dumb , Her drum , indeed , was so muffled a drum , That none could get a sound to come , Unless the Devil who had Two Sticks !メメ X She was deaf as a stone -- say , TALE OF A TRUMPET II.
... call as deaf as bricks- For her all human kind were dumb , Her drum , indeed , was so muffled a drum , That none could get a sound to come , Unless the Devil who had Two Sticks !メメ X She was deaf as a stone -- say , TALE OF A TRUMPET II.
Side 12
... sounds , as a ship out of soundings , Deaf to verbs , and all their compoundings , Adjective , noun , and adverb , and particle , Deaf to even the definite article- No verbal message was worth a pin , Though you hired an carwig to carry ...
... sounds , as a ship out of soundings , Deaf to verbs , and all their compoundings , Adjective , noun , and adverb , and particle , Deaf to even the definite article- No verbal message was worth a pin , Though you hired an carwig to carry ...
Side 14
... sound of the circulation , Or of thoughts in the process of fabrication , By a Spinning - Jennyish operation , It's hard to say what buzzing it is . However , except that ghost of a sound , She sat in a silence most profound— The cat ...
... sound of the circulation , Or of thoughts in the process of fabrication , By a Spinning - Jennyish operation , It's hard to say what buzzing it is . However , except that ghost of a sound , She sat in a silence most profound— The cat ...
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ATHOL BROSE BALLAD bear a gun Bill blue bone boys Burn call'd course cried Dame dance dead deaf dear Death Doctor door double drink eyes face fancy fcap fear folks fond friends give Gog and Magog gold green guinea hand happy hard head hear heart horse Huggins Jack John John Huggins Lady live look look'd Lord lullaby meruit ferat Miss Kilmansegg never night nose Number o'er Oh Peace once Otto of Roses pearlash Peter Stone pigs play poor Rag Fair round Sally Brown Sambo seem'd short sigh sight sing song sort soul sound stood sure sweet tears tell thee thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought tongue took town Trumpet turn turn'd Twas united family voice walk Whigs wish YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY Zounds
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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!