The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... lives ; in this , or foreign land Some other may be found for truth to stickle Almost as fair - and not so false and fickle ! " And there he ceased : as truly it was time , For of the various themes that left his mouth , One half ...
... lives ; in this , or foreign land Some other may be found for truth to stickle Almost as fair - and not so false and fickle ! " And there he ceased : as truly it was time , For of the various themes that left his mouth , One half ...
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... lives and deaths recorded of the poets . " But- ler , " says Mr. D'Israeli , " lived in a cellar , and Goldsmith in a Deserted Village . Savage ran wild - Chatterton was carried on St. Augustine's Back like a young gipsy ; and his half ...
... lives and deaths recorded of the poets . " But- ler , " says Mr. D'Israeli , " lived in a cellar , and Goldsmith in a Deserted Village . Savage ran wild - Chatterton was carried on St. Augustine's Back like a young gipsy ; and his half ...
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... lives are built so frail and poor , On sand and not on rocks , We're hourly standing at Death's door- There's some one double - knocks . All human days have settled terms , Our fates we cannot force ; This flesh of mine will feed the ...
... lives are built so frail and poor , On sand and not on rocks , We're hourly standing at Death's door- There's some one double - knocks . All human days have settled terms , Our fates we cannot force ; This flesh of mine will feed the ...
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... live on land , and little think What passes in the sea ; Last Sunday week , at 2 P.M. That Cod was picking me ! " Those oysters too , that look so plump , And seem so nicely done , They put my corpse in many shells , Instead of only one ...
... live on land , and little think What passes in the sea ; Last Sunday week , at 2 P.M. That Cod was picking me ! " Those oysters too , that look so plump , And seem so nicely done , They put my corpse in many shells , Instead of only one ...
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... live . To measure out the ground not long The seconds then forbore , And having taken one rash step They took a dozen more . They next prepared each pistol - pan Against the deadly strife , By putting in the prime of death Against the ...
... live . To measure out the ground not long The seconds then forbore , And having taken one rash step They took a dozen more . They next prepared each pistol - pan Against the deadly strife , By putting in the prime of death Against the ...
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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.