The Works of Thomas Hood, Volume 1Putnam, 1864 - English poetry |
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... Look o'er our labors and our lives , and judge If there be any ills of our creating ; For we are very kindly creatures , dating With nature's charities still sweet and bland O , think this murder worthy of debating ! " - Herewith she ...
... Look o'er our labors and our lives , and judge If there be any ills of our creating ; For we are very kindly creatures , dating With nature's charities still sweet and bland O , think this murder worthy of debating ! " - Herewith she ...
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... looks to half a smile- Like a straight stick shown crooked in the tide ; - But soon a novel advocate I spied . Quoth he , " We teach all natures to fulfil Their fore - appointed crafts , and instincts meet , - The bee's sweet alchemy ...
... looks to half a smile- Like a straight stick shown crooked in the tide ; - But soon a novel advocate I spied . Quoth he , " We teach all natures to fulfil Their fore - appointed crafts , and instincts meet , - The bee's sweet alchemy ...
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... trouts upspringing from green shade , And winking stars reduplicate at night , Spare us , poor ministers to such delight . " Howbeit his pleading and his gentle looks Moved not the 20 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES .
... trouts upspringing from green shade , And winking stars reduplicate at night , Spare us , poor ministers to such delight . " Howbeit his pleading and his gentle looks Moved not the 20 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES .
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Thomas Hood Epes Sargent. 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 waste In noontide sweats , or ...
Thomas Hood Epes Sargent. 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 waste In noontide sweats , or ...
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... looks with secret straws disperse , Or stop the sneezing chanter at mid verse : And when an infant's beauty prospers ill , We change , some mothers say , the child at nurse But any graver purpose to fulfil , We have not wit enough , and ...
... looks with secret straws disperse , Or stop the sneezing chanter at mid verse : And when an infant's beauty prospers ill , We change , some mothers say , the child at nurse But any graver purpose to fulfil , We have not wit enough , and ...
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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.