The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, Volume 2Little, Brown, 1856 |
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... cold , For Nature with her had lost its hold , No field but the Field of the Cloth of Gold Would ever have caught her foot in it . What more ? She learnt to sing , and dance , To sit on a horse , although he should prance , And to speak ...
... cold , For Nature with her had lost its hold , No field but the Field of the Cloth of Gold Would ever have caught her foot in it . What more ? She learnt to sing , and dance , To sit on a horse , although he should prance , And to speak ...
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... cold at heart , Mere snow with the ice's glitter ; What but a life of winter for her ! Bright but chilly , alive without stir , So splendidly comfortless , -just like a Fir When the frost is severe and bitter . Such were the future man ...
... cold at heart , Mere snow with the ice's glitter ; What but a life of winter for her ! Bright but chilly , alive without stir , So splendidly comfortless , -just like a Fir When the frost is severe and bitter . Such were the future man ...
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... Cold Collation . A Breakfast - no unsubstantial mess , But one in the style of Good Queen Bess , Who , -hearty as hippocampus , — Broke her fast with ale and beef , Instead of toast and the Chinese leaf , And in lieu of anchovy ...
... Cold Collation . A Breakfast - no unsubstantial mess , But one in the style of Good Queen Bess , Who , -hearty as hippocampus , — Broke her fast with ale and beef , Instead of toast and the Chinese leaf , And in lieu of anchovy ...
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Thomas Hood. Her Honeymoon . The moon - the moon , so silver and cold , Her fickle temper has oft been told , Now shady - now bright and sunny- But of all the lunar things that change , The one that shows most fickle and strange , And ...
Thomas Hood. Her Honeymoon . The moon - the moon , so silver and cold , Her fickle temper has oft been told , Now shady - now bright and sunny- But of all the lunar things that change , The one that shows most fickle and strange , And ...
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... cold , And before its days were at thirty , Such gloomy clouds began to collect , With an ominous ring of ill effect , As gave but too much cause to expect Such weather as seamen call dirty ! And yet the moon was the " Young May Moon ...
... cold , And before its days were at thirty , Such gloomy clouds began to collect , With an ominous ring of ill effect , As gave but too much cause to expect Such weather as seamen call dirty ! And yet the moon was the " Young May Moon ...
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66 Straight began beggar bow'd breath bright call'd cold creature cried Crooked Lane curse d'ye think Dame dance dark dead deaf dear Death Devil door doth double dream earth ev'ry eyes face Fancy gilded Gog and Magog gold Gold Sticks Golden Ass Golden Leg GOLDEN LEGEND Grundy hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven horn horrid horse huckaback human Hyæna Julio light limb look look'd Lord Lullaby maid Miss Kilmansegg moon moral mouth Nelly Gray never night o'er Otto of Roses perchance pious poor Precious Leg Prester John pride rich ride ring roll'd round the Square Saint Sally Brown seem'd sight sing song sort soul sounds spirit spite stamp'd stood Sunday sweet tender There's thing thou thro till Monday tongue Trumpet turn'd Twas wild young zounds
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Page 94 - Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold ! -Gold ! Gold ! Gold...
Page 177 - Now, when he went from Nelly Gray, His heart so heavy got — And life was such a burden grown, It made him take a knot! So round his melancholy neck A rope he did entwine, And, for his second time in life Enlisted in the Line!
Page 175 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms ; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot...
Page 271 - No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick — (I knew so many cakes would make him sick ! ) With fancies buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown ! ) Thou pretty opening rose...
Page 269 - With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door ! the door ! he'll tumble down the stair '.) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire !) Thou imp of mirth and joy!
Page 270 - Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life! (He's got a knife !) Thou enviable being ! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin...
Page 270 - From ev'ry blossom in the world that blows, Singing in Youth's Elysium ever sunny, (Another tumble ! — that's his.
Page 176 - I loved a soldier once, For he was blithe and brave; But I will never have a man With both legs in the grave! "Before you had those timber toes, Your love I did allow, But then, you know, you stand upon Another footing now !" "Oh, Nelly Gray! Oh, Nelly Gray! For all your jeering speeches, At duty's call, I left my legs, In Badajos's breaches!
Page 303 - For my part getting up seems not so easy By half as lying. What if the lark does carol in the sky, Soaring beyond the sight to find him out — Wherefore am I to rise at such a fly ? I'm not a trout.
Page 329 - To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells Ring Sabbath knells ; The jubilate of the soaring lark Is chant of clerk ; For choir, the thrush and the gregarious linnet ; The sod's a cushion for his pious want ; And, consecrated by the heav'n within it, The sky-blue pool, a font.