The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With Some Account of the Author. In Four Volumes, Volum 3Little, Brown, 1863 |
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... dead kitten by way of toys . When his Father comes home , and he always comes home as sure as ever the clock strikes one , He'll be rampant , he will , at his child being lost ; and the beef and the inguns not done ! La bless you , good ...
... dead kitten by way of toys . When his Father comes home , and he always comes home as sure as ever the clock strikes one , He'll be rampant , he will , at his child being lost ; and the beef and the inguns not done ! La bless you , good ...
Side 12
... dead on the place . I only wish I'd got him safe in these two Moth- erly arms , and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him . Why there he is ...
... dead on the place . I only wish I'd got him safe in these two Moth- erly arms , and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him . Why there he is ...
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... on both our backs , And bless the tubs , they bundled off , and split all into cracks . Well , there I fainted dead away , and might have been cut shorter , But Providence was kind , and brought me to with A REPORT FROM BELOW . 19.
... on both our backs , And bless the tubs , they bundled off , and split all into cracks . Well , there I fainted dead away , and might have been cut shorter , But Providence was kind , and brought me to with A REPORT FROM BELOW . 19.
Side 20
... dead as any thing in existence ; All scorched and grimed , and more than that , I sees the copper slap Right on her head , for all the world like a per- cussion copper cap . Well , I crooks her little fingers , and crumps them well up ...
... dead as any thing in existence ; All scorched and grimed , and more than that , I sees the copper slap Right on her head , for all the world like a per- cussion copper cap . Well , I crooks her little fingers , and crumps them well up ...
Side 33
... dead have been laid out in vain , Turned into cash , they are laid out again ! THE DEVIL'S ALBUM . IT will seem an odd whim For a Spirit so grim As the Devil to take a delight in ; But by common renown He has come up to town , With an ...
... dead have been laid out in vain , Turned into cash , they are laid out again ! THE DEVIL'S ALBUM . IT will seem an odd whim For a Spirit so grim As the Devil to take a delight in ; But by common renown He has come up to town , With an ...
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Side 29 - 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 232 - ... such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with ,their little professional notes sounding like the peep peep of a young sparrow...
Side 151 - Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay, You choose to rival me, And court Miss Bell, but there your court No thoroughfare shall be. Unless you now give up your suit, You may repent your love ; I, who have shot a pigeon match, Can shoot a turtle dove.
Side 51 - Now the dreadful thunder's roaring, Peal on peal contending clash, On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes blue lightnings flash. One wide water all around us, All above us one black sky, Different deaths at once surround us : Hark ! what means that dreadful cry ? The foremast's gone...
Side 30 - Sal, Who, hasting to her nightly jobs, robs fobs. Now thieves to enter for your cash, smash, crash, Past drowsy Charley, in a deep sleep, creep, But frightened by Policeman B 3, flee, And while they're going, whisper low, "No go!" Now puss, while folks are in their beds, treads leads, And sleepers waking grumble, " Drat that cat ! " Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will.
Side 32 - You'll give me longer measure; Nay — I shall see you down the stairs — (With most uncommon pleasure!) "Good-bye ! good-bye ! remember all, Next time you'll take your dinners ! (Now, David, mind I'm not at home In future to the Skinners...
Side 12 - s such a blunderin' drunken old dog ; The last time he was fetched to find a lost child he was guzzling with his bell at the Crown, And went and cried a boy instead of a girl, for a distracted Mother and Father about Town. Billy — where are...
Side 30 - Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will. Now Bulls of Bashan, of a prize size, rise In childish dreams, and with a roar gore poor Georgy, or Charley, or Billy, willy-nilly ; — But Nursemaid in a nightmare rest, chest-pressed, Dreameth of one of her old flames, James Games, And that she hears — what faith is man's — Ann's banns And his, from Reverend Mr. Rice, twice, thrice : White ribbons flourish, and a stout shout out, That upward goes,...