The Works of Thomas Hood...Derby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... Hope , Song . To my Wife , • Jarvis and Mrs. Cope . A Decidedly Serious Ballad , On a Royal Demise , A Happy New Year , A Bull , . • 161 102 • 165 • • • 168 172 • • 176 • • 180 • • 180 180 • 181 188 184 . 186 187 190 A Charity Sermon ...
... Hope , Song . To my Wife , • Jarvis and Mrs. Cope . A Decidedly Serious Ballad , On a Royal Demise , A Happy New Year , A Bull , . • 161 102 • 165 • • • 168 172 • • 176 • • 180 • • 180 180 • 181 188 184 . 186 187 190 A Charity Sermon ...
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... hope Hath won me from the brook before I viewed My unacquainted self . - But yet it seemed A most rare change - and methinks the change Has left the old fascination in my eyes . Look , here's a shadow of the shape I am- A dainty shadow ...
... hope Hath won me from the brook before I viewed My unacquainted self . - But yet it seemed A most rare change - and methinks the change Has left the old fascination in my eyes . Look , here's a shadow of the shape I am- A dainty shadow ...
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... hope no favor in your eyes ; And so I hid it , With toads and newts , and hideous shiny things , Under old ruins , in vile solitudes , Making their haunts my own . LYCIUS . ' Tis strange and piteous . - Why , then , you maddened ? LAMIA ...
... hope no favor in your eyes ; And so I hid it , With toads and newts , and hideous shiny things , Under old ruins , in vile solitudes , Making their haunts my own . LYCIUS . ' Tis strange and piteous . - Why , then , you maddened ? LAMIA ...
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... hope— And time will bring us beards . You sages think Minerva's owl dwells only in such bushes . CURIO . Ha ha ! -Why we'll have wigs upon our chins- Long grizzled ones - and snarl about the streets , Hugged up in pride and spleen like ...
... hope— And time will bring us beards . You sages think Minerva's owl dwells only in such bushes . CURIO . Ha ha ! -Why we'll have wigs upon our chins- Long grizzled ones - and snarl about the streets , Hugged up in pride and spleen like ...
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... hope - why not ? Though age has heaped no winter on our pates . Is wisdom such a frail and spoiling thing It must be packed in ice ? GALLO . Or sopped in vinegar ? APOLLONIUS . We would you were more gray— MERCUTIUS . Why , would you ...
... hope - why not ? Though age has heaped no winter on our pates . Is wisdom such a frail and spoiling thing It must be packed in ice ? GALLO . Or sopped in vinegar ? APOLLONIUS . We would you were more gray— MERCUTIUS . Why , would you ...
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APOLLONIUS beast bill bird Bluntisham bone breath brow Burn called Cheshire Cheese coat cold Corinth cried CURIO dear death Doctor Doctor Jones DOMUS dreams drink Drury dull EPIGRAM eyes fancy Farewell fond of skipping GALLO give gone green Gretna Green Guido hand hath head heart honor hope horse Huggins hunt Jack JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS John Huggins JULIUS Lady LAMIA live look Lord Durham's return LYCIUS MERCUTIUS Miss morning ne'er never night o'er once pass Père La Chaise PICUS poor round seemed sigh sleep song soon sort soul SPENCER PERCEVAL strange sure sweet tears tell thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought took turned Twas united family verse voice Whigs William dear wine wish young zounds
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Page 359 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Page 477 - ENDYMION." I SAW pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains From cloudy steeps ; and I grew sad to think Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps In dear remembrance, — lonely, and forlorn, Singing it to herself until she weeps Tears, that perchance still glisten in the morn :And as I mused, in dull imaginings, There came a flash of garments, and I knew The awful Muse by her harmonious wings Charming the air to music...
Page 194 - SOME sigh for this and that ;. My wishes don't go far ; The world may wag at will, So I have my cigar.
Page 398 - 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...
Page 161 - Skinner ! I have not seen you such an age — (The wretch has come to dinner !) " Your daughters, too, what loves of girls — What heads for painters...
Page 162 - What! must you go? next time I hope You'll give me longer measure; Nay — I shall see you down the stairs — (With most uncommon pleasure!) "Good-bye ! good-bye ! remember all, Next time you'll take your dinners ! (Now, David, mind I'm not at home In future to the Skinners...
Page 191 - heavens bless the accident by which I came to see you! I would have walked many a mile to have communed with you; and, believe me, I will shortly pay you a second visit. But my friends, I fancy, by this time, wonder at my stay ; so let me have the money immediately.
Page 448 - By lawful turn, my living to earn, Between the light and dark; My daily bread, and nightly bed, My bacon, and drop of beer — But all from the hand that holds the land, And none from the overseer!
Page 436 - TO MINERVA. From the Greek. MY temples throb, my pulses boil, I'm sick of Song, and Ode, and Ballad — So Thyrsis, take the midnight oil, And pour it on a lobster salad. My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse, or read, — Then Pallas take away thine Owl, And let us have a Lark instead.
Page 397 - The meeting sweet that made me thrill, The sweetmeats almost sweeter still, No ' satis ' to the 'jams !' — 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.