The Comic Poems of Thomas HoodE. Moxon, 1876 - 518 sider |
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... bone ; The rose for us ne'er shows its bloom , The violet its blue eye ; From cradle murmuring to the tomb , We feel no beauty , no perfume , But only toil - and die ! PAUPER A TALE OF TEMPER . F all cross breeds of human sinners , The ...
... bone ; The rose for us ne'er shows its bloom , The violet its blue eye ; From cradle murmuring to the tomb , We feel no beauty , no perfume , But only toil - and die ! PAUPER A TALE OF TEMPER . F all cross breeds of human sinners , The ...
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... bone ; The rose for us ne'er shows its bloom , The violet its blue eye ; From cradle murmuring to the tomb , We feel no beauty , no perfume , But only toil - and die ! PAUPER . A TALE OF TEMPER . IF all cross breeds of human sinners ...
... bone ; The rose for us ne'er shows its bloom , The violet its blue eye ; From cradle murmuring to the tomb , We feel no beauty , no perfume , But only toil - and die ! PAUPER . A TALE OF TEMPER . IF all cross breeds of human sinners ...
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... bone of ' em I come near , Go home - you're spilling the porter - go home - Tommy Jones , go along home with your beer . This day is the sorrowfullest day of my life , ever since my name was Betty Morgan , Them vile Savoyards ! they ...
... bone of ' em I come near , Go home - you're spilling the porter - go home - Tommy Jones , go along home with your beer . This day is the sorrowfullest day of my life , ever since my name was Betty Morgan , Them vile Savoyards ! they ...
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... bone in his skin ! " SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND . ABLES entangling her , Shipspars for mangling her , Ropes , sure of strangling her ; Blocks over - dangling her ; Tiller to batter her , Topmast to shatter her , Tobacco to spatter her ...
... bone in his skin ! " SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND . ABLES entangling her , Shipspars for mangling her , Ropes , sure of strangling her ; Blocks over - dangling her ; Tiller to batter her , Topmast to shatter her , Tobacco to spatter her ...
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... , the overseer ? My Father . Who let me starve , to buy her gin , Till all my bones came through my skin , Then called me " ugly little sin ? " My Mother . Who said my mother was a Turk , And took 66 A LAY OF REAL LIFE . A Lay of Real Life.
... , the overseer ? My Father . Who let me starve , to buy her gin , Till all my bones came through my skin , Then called me " ugly little sin ? " My Mother . Who said my mother was a Turk , And took 66 A LAY OF REAL LIFE . A Lay of Real Life.
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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 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 Nelly Gray never night Nore nose Number o'er Oh Peace Old Bailey once Otto of Roses pearlash Peter Stone pigs play poor Rag Fair round Sally Brown Sambo seem'd short sigh 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 zounds
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Side 121 - No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick — (I knew so many cakes would make him sick!) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle-down. Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown I) Thou pretty opening rose!
Side 120 - 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 - 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 385 - The arm that used to take your arm Is took to Dr. Vyse ; And both my legs are gone to walk The hospital at Guy's. I vow'd that you should have my hand, But fate gives us denial ; You'll find it there, at Dr. Bell's, In spirits and a phial.
Side 350 - But as they fetch'da walk one day, They met a press-gang crew ; And Sally she did faint away, Whilst Ben he was brought to. The Boatswain swore with wicked words, Enough to shock a saint, That though she did seem in a fit, Twas nothing but a feint.
Side 121 - 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!
Side 377 - 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. "Oh, Nelly Gray! Oh, Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform.
Side 32 - It is the king's highway, that we are in, and in this way it is that thou hast placed the lions." — BUNYAS. I. WHAT ! shut the Gardens ! lock the latticed gate ! Refuse the shilling and the Fellow's ticket ! And hang a wooden notice up to state, " On Sundays no admittance at this wicket ! " The Birds, the Beasts, and all the Reptile race Denied to friends and visitors till Monday!
Side 69 - 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 71 - What heads for painters' easels ! Come here, and kiss the infant, dears — (And give it p'rhaps the measles !) " Your charming boys, I see, are home From Reverend Mr. Russell's ; 'T was very kind to bring them both — (What boots for my new Brussels !) " What ! little Clara left at home ! Well, now, I call that shabby ; I should have loved to kiss her so — (A flabby, dabby, babby !)