The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... Night of my Mistress's Grand Rout .. 459 Pompey's Ghost : A Pathetic Ballad .. 461 Ode to Dr. Hahnemann , the Homœopathist Ode for St. Cecilia's Eve .... The Lost Heir ... Those Evening Bells ... 464 469 475 480 THE PLEA OF THE ...
... Night of my Mistress's Grand Rout .. 459 Pompey's Ghost : A Pathetic Ballad .. 461 Ode to Dr. Hahnemann , the Homœopathist Ode for St. Cecilia's Eve .... The Lost Heir ... Those Evening Bells ... 464 469 475 480 THE PLEA OF THE ...
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... Night's Dream . But for him , those pretty children of our childhood would leave barely their names to our ma- turer years ; they belong , as the mites upon the plum , to the bloons of fancy , a thing generally too frail and beautiful ...
... Night's Dream . But for him , those pretty children of our childhood would leave barely their names to our ma- turer years ; they belong , as the mites upon the plum , to the bloons of fancy , a thing generally too frail and beautiful ...
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... from a star , Who bears all fairy embassies afar . But Oberon , that night elsewhere exiled , Was absent , whether some distempered spleen Kept him and his fair mate unreconciled , Or warfare 2 * THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 17.
... from a star , Who bears all fairy embassies afar . But Oberon , that night elsewhere exiled , Was absent , whether some distempered spleen Kept him and his fair mate unreconciled , Or warfare 2 * THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 17.
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Thomas Hood. " Wherefore , when they are sweetly met o ' nights , There will I steal , and with my hurried hand Startle them suddenly from their delights Before their next encounter hath been planned , Ravishing hours in little minutes ...
Thomas Hood. " Wherefore , when they are sweetly met o ' nights , There will I steal , and with my hurried hand Startle them suddenly from their delights Before their next encounter hath been planned , Ravishing hours in little minutes ...
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... night , Spare us , poor ministers , to such delight . ” Howbeit his pleading and his gentle looks Moved not the spiteful Shade : - Quoth he , " Your taste Shoots wide of mine , for I despise the brooks And slavish rivulets that run to ...
... night , Spare us , poor ministers , to such delight . ” Howbeit his pleading and his gentle looks Moved not the spiteful Shade : - Quoth he , " Your taste Shoots wide of mine , for I despise the brooks And slavish rivulets that run to ...
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Page 121 - Sisterly, brotherly. Fatherly, motherly Feelings had changed. Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement Houseless by night.
Page 150 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 150 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 101 - He told how murderers walk the earth Beneath the curse of Cain, — With crimson clouds before their eyes, And flames about their brain. For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain! "And well...
Page 124 - Stitch— stitch— stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt. "But why do I talk of death? That phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God; that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
Page 129 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Page 148 - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
Page 119 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully ; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly ; Not of the stains of her : All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful ; Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Page 110 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page 99 - And shouted as they ran, Turning to mirth all things of earth As only boyhood can; But the usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man! His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease; So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.