The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, Volum 2Little, Brown, 1857 |
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... usual strain , That what with everlasting wear and tear , The scrubbing - brushes hadn't got a hair— The brooms - mere stumps - would never serve again- The soap was gone , the flannels all in shreds 12 A BLACK JOB .
... usual strain , That what with everlasting wear and tear , The scrubbing - brushes hadn't got a hair— The brooms - mere stumps - would never serve again- The soap was gone , the flannels all in shreds 12 A BLACK JOB .
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... hair down either cheek , As if he dee - dash - dee'd some other flocks Besides those woolly - headed stubborn blocks That stood before him , in vexatious huddle- Poor little lambs , with bleating wethers group'd , While , now and then ...
... hair down either cheek , As if he dee - dash - dee'd some other flocks Besides those woolly - headed stubborn blocks That stood before him , in vexatious huddle- Poor little lambs , with bleating wethers group'd , While , now and then ...
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... hair and heaving breast As one stark mad with grief . This way and that she wildly ran , Jostling with woman and with man— Her right hand held a frying pan , The left a lump of beef . At last her frenzy seemed to reach A point just ...
... hair and heaving breast As one stark mad with grief . This way and that she wildly ran , Jostling with woman and with man— Her right hand held a frying pan , The left a lump of beef . At last her frenzy seemed to reach A point just ...
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... hair , tho ' its red , it's the most nicest hair when I've time to just show it the comb ; I'll owe ' em five pounds , and a blessing besides , as will only bring him safe and sound home . He's blue eyes , and not to be called a squint ...
... hair , tho ' its red , it's the most nicest hair when I've time to just show it the comb ; I'll owe ' em five pounds , and a blessing besides , as will only bring him safe and sound home . He's blue eyes , and not to be called a squint ...
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... hair , and I'm blest if he shall have a whole bone in his skin ! AN ANCIENT CONCERT . BY A VENERABLE DIRECTOR . " Give me old music - let me hear The songs of days gone by ! " - H . F. CHORLEY . O ! COME , all ye who love to hear An ...
... hair , and I'm blest if he shall have a whole bone in his skin ! AN ANCIENT CONCERT . BY A VENERABLE DIRECTOR . " Give me old music - let me hear The songs of days gone by ! " - H . F. CHORLEY . O ! COME , all ye who love to hear An ...
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