The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, Volume 2Little, Brown, 1856 |
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... , with corianders ! [ talk , They praised her falls , as well as her walk , Flatterers make cream cheese of chalk , They praised how they praised - her very small I As if it fell from a Solon ; Or the 20 MISS KILMANSEGG.
... , with corianders ! [ talk , They praised her falls , as well as her walk , Flatterers make cream cheese of chalk , They praised how they praised - her very small I As if it fell from a Solon ; Or the 20 MISS KILMANSEGG.
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... fall , if fall she must , On the gentle lap of Flora ! But still , thank Heaven ! she clings to her seat- Away ! away ! she could ride a dead heat With the Dead who ride so fast and fleet , In the Ballad of Leonora ! Away she gallops ...
... fall , if fall she must , On the gentle lap of Flora ! But still , thank Heaven ! she clings to her seat- Away ! away ! she could ride a dead heat With the Dead who ride so fast and fleet , In the Ballad of Leonora ! Away she gallops ...
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... falls , Wears a negative coat and positive smalls , And draws the peal that so appalls From the Kilmanseggs ' brazen knocker ! " Tis Curiosity's Benefit night- And perchance ' tis the English Second - Sight , But whatever it be , so be ...
... falls , Wears a negative coat and positive smalls , And draws the peal that so appalls From the Kilmanseggs ' brazen knocker ! " Tis Curiosity's Benefit night- And perchance ' tis the English Second - Sight , But whatever it be , so be ...
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... glowing sunbeam is seen to fall On an object as rare as splendid— The golden foot of the Golden Leg Of the Countess - once Miss Kilmansegg— But there all sunshine is ended . Her cheek is pale , and her eye is dim 82 MISS KILMANSEGG.
... glowing sunbeam is seen to fall On an object as rare as splendid— The golden foot of the Golden Leg Of the Countess - once Miss Kilmansegg— But there all sunshine is ended . Her cheek is pale , and her eye is dim 82 MISS KILMANSEGG.
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... falling that catch a gleam So bright as they drop in the sunny beam , That tears of aqua regia they seem , The water that gold dissolves in ! Yet , not in filial grief were shed Those tears for a mother's insanity ; Nor yet because her ...
... falling that catch a gleam So bright as they drop in the sunny beam , That tears of aqua regia they seem , The water that gold dissolves in ! Yet , not in filial grief were shed Those tears for a mother's insanity ; Nor yet because her ...
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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.