The Works of Thomas Hood, Volume 1Putnam, 1864 - English poetry |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... breath Blurred out the landscape like a flight of smoke : Thence knew I this was either dreary Death Or Time , who leads all creatures to his stroke . Ah , wretched me ! " - Here , even as she spoke , The melancholy Shape came gliding ...
... breath Blurred out the landscape like a flight of smoke : Thence knew I this was either dreary Death Or Time , who leads all creatures to his stroke . Ah , wretched me ! " - Here , even as she spoke , The melancholy Shape came gliding ...
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... breath , Kissed by sad Zephyr , guilty of his death . " The widowed primrose weeping to the moon , And saffron crocus in whose chalice bright A cool libation hoarded for the noon Is kept and she that purifies the light , - The virgin ...
... breath , Kissed by sad Zephyr , guilty of his death . " The widowed primrose weeping to the moon , And saffron crocus in whose chalice bright A cool libation hoarded for the noon Is kept and she that purifies the light , - The virgin ...
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... breaths with dainty eglantine And honeysuckles sweet , nor yet forget Some pastoral flowery chaplets to entwine , To vie the thoughts about his brow benign " Let no wild things astonish him or fear him , But tell them all how mild he is ...
... breaths with dainty eglantine And honeysuckles sweet , nor yet forget Some pastoral flowery chaplets to entwine , To vie the thoughts about his brow benign " Let no wild things astonish him or fear him , But tell them all how mild he is ...
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... breath ; Let no jagged corals tear his tender skin , Nor mountain billows bury him in death ; " - And with that thought forestalling her own fears , She drowned his painted image in her tears . By this , the climbing sun , with rest ...
... breath ; Let no jagged corals tear his tender skin , Nor mountain billows bury him in death ; " - And with that thought forestalling her own fears , She drowned his painted image in her tears . By this , the climbing sun , with rest ...
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Aram beneath bird blood bloom breath BRIDGE OF SIGHS bright brow cheeks cloud cold crooked dame dance dark dead deaf dear death dream earth Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloomy gold gone green grief gusset hand hath head heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hollow Hood horrid human hung Knaresborough light limbs lips living look Love's Lycus Meanwhile Miss Kilmansegg moon morning murmured mystery the spirit Nelly Gray never night Number o'er Otto of Roses pale perchance plain as whisper poor raining music Ramsgill rich rose round Sally Brown seemed senseless thing shadows shine sighs sing sleep smiles solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit daunted sudden fear sweet tears thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thrush tree turned voice walk wave weep Whilst wild wind wings workhouse young zounds
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Page 179 - 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 The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made of light!
Page 178 - 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 147 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 149 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Page 143 - Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; 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.
Page 146 - Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly, — Smooth and compose them ; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity.
Page 144 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Page 306 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold!
Page 109 - One stern tyrannic thought that made All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave, — Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave...
Page 164 - Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song, With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng; But some were sad, and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long.