The Works of Thomas Hood...Derby and Jackson, 1861 |
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Page 87
... gate his hart had gane . ' " " And , lo ! the dim and distant hunt Diminished in a trice : The steeds , like Cinderella's team , Seemed dwindling into mice ; And , far remote , each scarlet coat Soon flitted THE EPPING HUNT . 87.
... gate his hart had gane . ' " " And , lo ! the dim and distant hunt Diminished in a trice : The steeds , like Cinderella's team , Seemed dwindling into mice ; And , far remote , each scarlet coat Soon flitted THE EPPING HUNT . 87.
Page 96
... seemed Alive , but for the eyes - such deadly eyes ! So dull and dim ! Marina , look in mine ! Mar. Ay , they are dull . No , no - not dull . but bright : I see myself within them . Now , dear love , Discard these horrid fears that make ...
... seemed Alive , but for the eyes - such deadly eyes ! So dull and dim ! Marina , look in mine ! Mar. Ay , they are dull . No , no - not dull . but bright : I see myself within them . Now , dear love , Discard these horrid fears that make ...
Page 138
... Seemed but a speck — a mote — in friendship's eye , Did any tongue confess a sort of dryness Seeming the soaring rashness to rebuke ; Or did each feel himself , like Brunswick's Duke , A most Serene Highness ! Say , as you crossed the ...
... Seemed but a speck — a mote — in friendship's eye , Did any tongue confess a sort of dryness Seeming the soaring rashness to rebuke ; Or did each feel himself , like Brunswick's Duke , A most Serene Highness ! Say , as you crossed the ...
Page 170
... seemed to be , To match his customary tea , Black , mixed with green . Meanwhile , good Mrs. Brown . Wondered at Mr. S. not coming down , And sent the maid up stairs to learn the why ; To whom poor Simpson , half delirious , Returned an ...
... seemed to be , To match his customary tea , Black , mixed with green . Meanwhile , good Mrs. Brown . Wondered at Mr. S. not coming down , And sent the maid up stairs to learn the why ; To whom poor Simpson , half delirious , Returned an ...
Page 172
... seemed , in Greek ) , Then asked - ' t was Christmas- " Had he eaten grass , Or greens - and if the cook was so improper , To boil them up with copper , Or farthings made of brass , Or if he drank his Hock from dark green glass , Or ...
... seemed , in Greek ) , Then asked - ' t was Christmas- " Had he eaten grass , Or greens - and if the cook was so improper , To boil them up with copper , Or farthings made of brass , Or if he drank his Hock from dark green glass , Or ...
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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.