The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... close lest it impede the sight , And clenchéd hands , firm and of punishing size , Steadily held , or motioned wary - wise , To hit or stop - and kerchief too drawn tight O'er the unyielding loins , to keep from flight The inconstant ...
... close lest it impede the sight , And clenchéd hands , firm and of punishing size , Steadily held , or motioned wary - wise , To hit or stop - and kerchief too drawn tight O'er the unyielding loins , to keep from flight The inconstant ...
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... like sentries at the gate- Each window had its close Venetian screens And Holland blind , to keep in a cool state The twenty - four Young Ladies of Miss Bate . But when the screens were left unclosed by chance , 26 LOVE AND LUNACY .
... like sentries at the gate- Each window had its close Venetian screens And Holland blind , to keep in a cool state The twenty - four Young Ladies of Miss Bate . But when the screens were left unclosed by chance , 26 LOVE AND LUNACY .
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... close , For looking in the butt , she saw , The butt - end of his woes . Some say his spirit haunts the Crown , But that is only talk- For after riding all his life , His ghost objects to walk . POMPEY'S GHOST . A PATHETIC BALLAD ...
... close , For looking in the butt , she saw , The butt - end of his woes . Some say his spirit haunts the Crown , But that is only talk- For after riding all his life , His ghost objects to walk . POMPEY'S GHOST . A PATHETIC BALLAD ...
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... close caps of the company's color , and bear painted shields on their arms , but without javelins . So many of these head the show as there are years in the Lord Mayor's age . " Their obsolete costume and hobbling walk , " says the ...
... close caps of the company's color , and bear painted shields on their arms , but without javelins . So many of these head the show as there are years in the Lord Mayor's age . " Their obsolete costume and hobbling walk , " says the ...
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... But on Saint Peter's Hill The lights are burning , burning , burning still . In fact , it is a pretty retail trade To furnish forth the candles ready made ; ¿ And close beside the chapel and the way , A Our Lady's Chapel,
... But on Saint Peter's Hill The lights are burning , burning , burning still . In fact , it is a pretty retail trade To furnish forth the candles ready made ; ¿ And close beside the chapel and the way , A Our Lady's Chapel,
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Bartholomew Fair bear a gun blue BOATMAN boys BRIDGET JONES called course cried dead dear door Drury Lane DUGGINS Eau de Cologne eyes face fame fancy farewell fear folks friends ghost give God nose going to Bombay gone green hair half hand head hear heart Heaven horse Hunks JOSEPH GRIMALDI keep King lady live look Lord meruit ferat Miss ne'er never night Nore nose o'er Oh Peace Old Bailey once Palmam qui meruit Peter Stone play pocket!-take Pompey poor Reynard round Saint seemed sigh sing sleep SMITHFIELD MARKET Sogers song SONNET soon soul stood sure sweet SYLVANUS URBAN tears tell thee There's no Romance thing thou hast thought thro Tunbridge turn verse walk washing wish Zounds
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Side 400 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Side 335 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While...
Side 347 - ... 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 354 - He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
Side 486 - ... the only thing of the world that was left yet undone, whereby a notable mind might be made famous and fortunate.
Side 136 - This Swithin was a saint, I trow, And Winchester's bishop also, Who in his time did many a feat, As Popish legends do repeat ; A woman, having broke her eggs, By stumbling at another.s legs, For which she made a woful cry, St.
Side 181 - Lawk help me, I don't know where to look, or to run, if I only knew which way — A Child as is lost about London streets, and especially Seven Dials, is a needle in a 'bottle of hay. I am all in a quiver — get out of my sight, do, you wretch, you little Kitty M'Nab!
Side 376 - Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will.
Side 292 - Never go to France, Unless you know the lingo ; If you do, like me, You will repent, by jingo ; Staring like a fool, And silent as a mummy, There I stood alone, A nation with a dummy ! "Aliens! Vlte! Vite ! Vite! Vito!" " No, Mounseer, not veat — thems whoats !' OUR VILLAGE. "Sireet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Side 315 - I'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore : — Young Love likes to knock at a pretty girl's door : So he called upon Lucy — 'twas just ten o'clock — Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock. Now, a handmaid, whatever her fingers be at, Will run like a puss when she hears a rat-tat- : So Lucy ran up — and in two seconds more Had questioned the stranger and answered the door.