The Works of Thomas Hood, Volume 1Putnam, 1864 - English poetry |
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... Absentee , Song , • Page XI 3 43 73 87 94 .. 104 .112 .120 143 .147 . 150 .154 157 163 - 165 . 170 . 172 . . 172 . 173 .174 .175 . 176 . 177 . 177 . 178 . 179 181 • 182 • • 183 • 183 Ode to the Moon , To The Forsaken , Autumn.
... Absentee , Song , • Page XI 3 43 73 87 94 .. 104 .112 .120 143 .147 . 150 .154 157 163 - 165 . 170 . 172 . . 172 . 173 .174 .175 . 176 . 177 . 177 . 178 . 179 181 • 182 • • 183 • 183 Ode to the Moon , To The Forsaken , Autumn.
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Thomas Hood Epes Sargent. Ode to the Moon , To The Forsaken , Autumn , Ode to Melancholy , Sonnets . • Written in a Volume of Shakspeare , Page 184 187 . 188 .188 . 189 To Fancy , 193 · To an Enthusiast , 194 " It is not death , that ...
Thomas Hood Epes Sargent. Ode to the Moon , To The Forsaken , Autumn , Ode to Melancholy , Sonnets . • Written in a Volume of Shakspeare , Page 184 187 . 188 .188 . 189 To Fancy , 193 · To an Enthusiast , 194 " It is not death , that ...
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... Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime ; That forth I fared , on one of those still eves , Touched with the dewy sadness of the time , To ...
... Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime ; That forth I fared , on one of those still eves , Touched with the dewy sadness of the time , To ...
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... Moon . had washed her car , And still bedewed it with a various stain : Lastly came Ariel , shooting from a star , Who bears all fairy embassies afar . But Oberon , that night elsewhere exiled , Was absent , whether some distempered ...
... Moon . had washed her car , And still bedewed it with a various stain : Lastly came Ariel , shooting from a star , Who bears all fairy embassies afar . But Oberon , that night elsewhere exiled , Was absent , whether some distempered ...
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... Moon was incensed with her sighs Which made the elves sport drearily , and soon Their hushing dances languished to a stand , Like midnight leaves when , as the Zephyrs swoon . All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned , - So into ...
... Moon was incensed with her sighs Which made the elves sport drearily , and soon Their hushing dances languished to a stand , Like midnight leaves when , as the Zephyrs swoon . All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned , - So into ...
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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.