The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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... Tree : A Dream in the Woods 15 55 82 The Dream of Eugene Aram 98 The Haunted House : A Romance 106 The Bridge of Sighs 119 The Song of the Shirt 123 The Lady's Dream ... 126 The Workhouse Clock : An Allegory . 129 The Lay of the Laborer ...
... Tree : A Dream in the Woods 15 55 82 The Dream of Eugene Aram 98 The Haunted House : A Romance 106 The Bridge of Sighs 119 The Song of the Shirt 123 The Lady's Dream ... 126 The Workhouse Clock : An Allegory . 129 The Lay of the Laborer ...
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... tree to tree still faring to and fro , And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes , And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glow , Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow , Besides some vocalists , without a name , That oft on fairy ...
... tree to tree still faring to and fro , And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes , And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glow , Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow , Besides some vocalists , without a name , That oft on fairy ...
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... trees Dropped , like shed blossoms , silent to the grass , Spirits and elfins small , of every class . Peri and Pixy , and quaint Puck the Antic , Brought Robin Goodfellow , that merry swain ; And stealthy Mab , queen of old realms ...
... trees Dropped , like shed blossoms , silent to the grass , Spirits and elfins small , of every class . Peri and Pixy , and quaint Puck the Antic , Brought Robin Goodfellow , that merry swain ; And stealthy Mab , queen of old realms ...
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... tree , Or crumbling battlements for thy defeat ? Think but what vaunting monuments there be Builded in spite and mockery of thee . " O , fret away the fabric walls of Fame , And grind down marble Cæsars with the dust : Make tombs ...
... tree , Or crumbling battlements for thy defeat ? Think but what vaunting monuments there be Builded in spite and mockery of thee . " O , fret away the fabric walls of Fame , And grind down marble Cæsars with the dust : Make tombs ...
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Thomas Hood. " Where be those old divinities forlorn That dwelt in trees , or haunted in a stream ? Alas ! their memories are dimmed and torn , Like the remainder tatters of a dream ; So will it fare with our poor thrones . I deem ; For ...
Thomas Hood. " Where be those old divinities forlorn That dwelt in trees , or haunted in a stream ? Alas ! their memories are dimmed and torn , Like the remainder tatters of a dream ; So will it fare with our poor thrones . I deem ; For ...
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Side 121 - Sisterly, brotherly. Fatherly, motherly Feelings had changed. Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement Houseless by night.
Side 150 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Side 150 - 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...
Side 101 - He told how murderers walk the earth Beneath the curse of Cain, — With crimson clouds before their eyes, And flames about their brain. For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain! "And well...
Side 124 - Stitch— stitch— stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt. "But why do I talk of death? That phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God; that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
Side 129 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Side 148 - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
Side 119 - 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. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful ; Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Side 110 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Side 99 - And shouted as they ran, Turning to mirth all things of earth As only boyhood can; But the usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man! His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease; So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.