THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS HOOD1857 |
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... thing was undeniable ! They wanted washing ! not that slight ablution To which the skin of the White man is liable , Merely removing transient pollution- But good , hard , honest , energetic rubbing And scrubbing , Sousing each sooty ...
... thing was undeniable ! They wanted washing ! not that slight ablution To which the skin of the White man is liable , Merely removing transient pollution- But good , hard , honest , energetic rubbing And scrubbing , Sousing each sooty ...
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... thing to make all Christians sad and shivery , To think of millions of immortal souls Dwelling in bodies black as coals , And living - so to speak - in Satan's livery ! Money - the root of evil - dross and stuff ! But oh ! how happy ...
... thing to make all Christians sad and shivery , To think of millions of immortal souls Dwelling in bodies black as coals , And living - so to speak - in Satan's livery ! Money - the root of evil - dross and stuff ! But oh ! how happy ...
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... thing for pelf , But who on earth can say I am not pious ? " 9 In proof how over - righteousness reacts , Accept an anecdote well bas'd on facts . One Sunday morning- ( at the day don't fret ) — In riding with a friend to Ponder's End ...
... thing for pelf , But who on earth can say I am not pious ? " 9 In proof how over - righteousness reacts , Accept an anecdote well bas'd on facts . One Sunday morning- ( at the day don't fret ) — In riding with a friend to Ponder's End ...
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... thing so many Christians want- Humility . Such , unto Papists , Jews , or turban'd Turks , Such is my spirit— ( I don't mean my wraith ! ) Such , may it please you , is my humble faith ; I know , full well , you do not like my works ! I ...
... thing so many Christians want- Humility . Such , unto Papists , Jews , or turban'd Turks , Such is my spirit— ( I don't mean my wraith ! ) Such , may it please you , is my humble faith ; I know , full well , you do not like my works ! I ...
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... thing To wear a crown , -to be a king ! And sleep on regal down ! Alas ! thou know'st not kingly cares ; Far happier is thy head that wears That hat without a crown ! And dost thou think that years acquire New added joys ? Dost think ...
... thing To wear a crown , -to be a king ! And sleep on regal down ! Alas ! thou know'st not kingly cares ; Far happier is thy head that wears That hat without a crown ! And dost thou think that years acquire New added joys ? Dost think ...
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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...