Poems, Volume 1Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - 229 pages |
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... death - bed of the great genius whose name it bears , consoling recol- lections of the thoughtful exercise of high powers diffused peace and resignation . No wish to blot one line in these , his best and worthiest efforts , troubled his ...
... death - bed of the great genius whose name it bears , consoling recol- lections of the thoughtful exercise of high powers diffused peace and resignation . No wish to blot one line in these , his best and worthiest efforts , troubled his ...
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... had , at that time , little or no acquaintance , saving through his works ; - no one living should know better , than the writer of this faltering tribute to his memory . " THE LEE - SHORE CONTENTS . wwwwwwm THE DEATH - viii PREFACE .
... had , at that time , little or no acquaintance , saving through his works ; - no one living should know better , than the writer of this faltering tribute to his memory . " THE LEE - SHORE CONTENTS . wwwwwwm THE DEATH - viii PREFACE .
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Thomas Hood. THE LEE - SHORE CONTENTS . wwwwwwm THE DEATH - BED TO MY DAUGHTER . ON HER BIRTHDAY LINES ON SEEING MY WIFE AND TWO CHILDREN SLEEPING IN THE SAME CHAMBER TO A CHILD EMBRACING ITS MOTHER STANZAS TO A FALSE FRIEND THE POET'S ...
Thomas Hood. THE LEE - SHORE CONTENTS . wwwwwwm THE DEATH - BED TO MY DAUGHTER . ON HER BIRTHDAY LINES ON SEEING MY WIFE AND TWO CHILDREN SLEEPING IN THE SAME CHAMBER TO A CHILD EMBRACING ITS MOTHER STANZAS TO A FALSE FRIEND THE POET'S ...
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... DEATH . A FRAGMENT 166 BALLAD 168 BALLAD 169 THE WATER LADY . 171 THE EXILE 172 TO AN ABSENTEE 173 SONG 174 ODE TO THE MOON 175 TO 179 THE FORSAKEN 180 SONNETS . WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF SHAKSPEARE TO FANCY TO AN ENTHUSIAST 66 181 182 ...
... DEATH . A FRAGMENT 166 BALLAD 168 BALLAD 169 THE WATER LADY . 171 THE EXILE 172 TO AN ABSENTEE 173 SONG 174 ODE TO THE MOON 175 TO 179 THE FORSAKEN 180 SONNETS . WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF SHAKSPEARE TO FANCY TO AN ENTHUSIAST 66 181 182 ...
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... Father's knee- From the lattice shining , Drive him out to sea ! Let broad leagues dissever Him from yonder foam ; - Oh , God ! to think Man ever Comes too near his Home ! THE DEATH - BED . WE watch'd her breathing thro 2 HOOD'S POEMS .
... Father's knee- From the lattice shining , Drive him out to sea ! Let broad leagues dissever Him from yonder foam ; - Oh , God ! to think Man ever Comes too near his Home ! THE DEATH - BED . WE watch'd her breathing thro 2 HOOD'S POEMS .
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beauty billows bird bloom blue breast breath bright bright eyes Brooklets brow cheeks churl Circe cloud cold cowslip dark dead dear death deep dost dream drown'd earth elfin elves English poetry Eugene Aram Ev'n eyes face faint fair fairy fairy ring fancy fears flow'rs gaze gentle gloom golden green grey grief hair hand hath heart heav'n hollow kiss Leander leaves light lily lips living locks looks Love's LYCUS magic marble Meanwhile melancholy moon morn Naiad ne'er never night o'er pale pearls pity pluck'd poison'd poor Puck quoth raining music rich Robin Goodfellow rose Rotterdam round Saturn shade shadows shine sighs silence sing skies sleep smiles solemn song sorrow soul stamp'd Stept stream summer sweet tears tender thee thing THOMAS HOOD thought trees trembling turn'd vext voice warm wave weep Wherefore Wherein Whilst wild wind wings
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Page 3 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 145 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Page 135 - 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...
Page 215 - Thy taws are brave ! — thy tops are rare ! Our tops are spun with coils of care, Our dumps are no delight ! — The Elgin marbles are but tame, And 'tis at best a sorry game To fly the Muse's kite ! Our hearts are dough, our heels are lead, Our topmost joys fall dull and dead, Like balls with no rebound ! And often with a faded eye We look behind, and send a sigh Towards that merry ground ! Then be contented. Thou hast got The most of heaven in thy young lot...
Page 134 - Twas paper'd 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 ! My...
Page vii - FAREWELL life ! my senses swim, And the world is growing dim : Thronging shadows cloud the light, Like the advent of the night — Colder, colder, colder still, Upward steals a vapor chill ; Strong the earthy odor grows — I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome life ! the spirit strives ! • Strength returns and hope revives; Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn, — O'er the earth there comes a bloom ; Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapor cold — I...
Page 170 - Be lapp'd in alien clay and laid below ; It is not death to know this, — but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft, — and when grass waves Over the past-away, there may be then No resurrection in the minds of men.
Page 145 - On panting wings through the inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noonday, And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes. Where are the blooms of Summer ? — In the west, Blushing their last to the last sunny hours. When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flow'rs To a most gloomy breast.
Page 173 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea...
Page 133 - When that I was a tiny 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 ! FAIR INES.