THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS HOOD1857 |
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... Boy at the Nore .. 162 Ode to St. Swithin . 164 The Schoolmaster's Motto . 167 The Supper Superstition 169 A Storm at Hastings ... 172 Lines to a Lady on her Departure for India . 179 Huggins and Duggins . 180 Domestic Didactics . 183 ...
... Boy at the Nore .. 162 Ode to St. Swithin . 164 The Schoolmaster's Motto . 167 The Supper Superstition 169 A Storm at Hastings ... 172 Lines to a Lady on her Departure for India . 179 Huggins and Duggins . 180 Domestic Didactics . 183 ...
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... boy who longs to be a beadle . On such a vital topic sure ' tis odd How much a man can differ from his neighbour : One wishes worship freely giv'n to God , Another wants to make it statute - labour- The broad distinction in a line to ...
... boy who longs to be a beadle . On such a vital topic sure ' tis odd How much a man can differ from his neighbour : One wishes worship freely giv'n to God , Another wants to make it statute - labour- The broad distinction in a line to ...
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... boys Have nothing in their heads ! And Mrs. S *** ? - Doth she abet ( Like Pallas in the parlour ) yet Some favour'd two or three , - The little Crichtons of the hour , Her muffin - medals that devour , And swill her prize - bohea ? Ay ...
... boys Have nothing in their heads ! And Mrs. S *** ? - Doth she abet ( Like Pallas in the parlour ) yet Some favour'd two or three , - The little Crichtons of the hour , Her muffin - medals that devour , And swill her prize - bohea ? Ay ...
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... boys succeed , " And push us from our forms ! " Lo ! where they scramble forth , and shout , And leap , and skip , and mob about , At play where we have play'd ! Some hop , some run , ( some fall , ) some twine Their crony arms ; some ...
... boys succeed , " And push us from our forms ! " Lo ! where they scramble forth , and shout , And leap , and skip , and mob about , At play where we have play'd ! Some hop , some run , ( some fall , ) some twine Their crony arms ; some ...
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... boy My days and nights were full of joy , My mates were blithe and kind ! — No wonder that I sometimes sigh , And dash the tear - drop from my eye , To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an eternal round Of pleasure . In those days I found ...
... boy My days and nights were full of joy , My mates were blithe and kind ! — No wonder that I sometimes sigh , And dash the tear - drop from my eye , To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an eternal round Of pleasure . In those days I found ...
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bear a gun blue boys breath BRIDGET JONES Change rings course cried dead dear door drouth DUGGINS Eau de Cologne eyes face fame fancy Farewell fear folks friends give green hair hand head hear heart Heaven horse Hunks JOSEPH GRIMALDI keep Lady Lady Morgan light live look Lord Master meruit ferat Miss moon morning mother ne'er never night Nore nose Number o'er Oh Peace Old Bailey once Palmam qui meruit pearlash perchance Peter Stone play Pompey poor potted shrimps round Saint seemed sigh sing sleep Sogers soul stood sure sweet tail tears tell thee There's no Romance thing THOMAS HOOD thou hast thought thro Tunbridge turn Twas twill walk washing window wish young Zounds
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Side 38 - Twas papered o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote — my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail, my fancies droop, Joy never cometh with a hoop, And seldom with a call...
Side 58 - 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 38 - s ne'er out of school : My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight, I have too many foes to fight, And friends grown strangely cool ! The very chum that shared my cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake, It makes me shrink and sigh : — On this I will not dwell and hang, — The changeling would not feel a pang Though these should meet his eye ! No skies so blue or so serene As then ; — no leaves look half so green As clothed the playground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so, Nor does it ease...
Side 74 - s roaring, Peal on peal contending clash ; On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes the paddles splash.
Side 39 - Beneath the stroke, and even find Some sugar in the cane ! The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed ! The Fairy Tales in school-time read, By stealth, 'twixt verb and noun ! The angel form that always walk'd In all my dreams, and look'd and talk'd Exactly like Miss Brown ! The omne bene...
Side 39 - The careless dogs'-ears apt to deck My book and collar both ! How can this formal man be styled Merely an Alexandrine child, A boy of larger growth...
Side 254 - ... No inkling of the way — no notion — " No go " — by land or ocean — No mail — no post — No news from any foreign coast — No park — no ring — no afternoon gentility — No company — no nobility — No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member — No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds November ! LOVE AND LUNACY.
Side 40 - Then home, sweet home ! the crowded coach — The joyous shout — the loud approach — The winding horns like rams' ! The meeting sweet that made me thrill, The sweetmeats almost sweeter still, No
Side 23 - The humble records of my life to search, I have not herded with mere pagan beasts ; But sometimes I have " sat at good men's feasts," And I have been " where bells have knoll'd to church.
Side 19 - Of such a character no single trace Exists, I know, in my fictitious face ; There wants a certain cast about the eye ; A certain lifting of the nose's tip; A certain curling of the nether lip, In scorn of all that is, beneath the sky...