The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, Volume 2Little, Brown, 1856 |
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... By a nurse in a modish Paris cap , Of notions so exalted , She drank nothing lower than Curaçoa , Maraschino , or pink Noyau , And on principle never malted . From a golden boat , with a golden spoon , AND HER PRECIOUS LEG . 9.
... By a nurse in a modish Paris cap , Of notions so exalted , She drank nothing lower than Curaçoa , Maraschino , or pink Noyau , And on principle never malted . From a golden boat , with a golden spoon , AND HER PRECIOUS LEG . 9.
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... going on Tickler's ground Picking up gold — in reality . With extempore carts she never play'd , Or the odds and ends of a Tinker's trade , VOL . II . 2 Or little dirt pies and puddings made , Like children AND HER PRECIOUS LEG . 17.
... going on Tickler's ground Picking up gold — in reality . With extempore carts she never play'd , Or the odds and ends of a Tinker's trade , VOL . II . 2 Or little dirt pies and puddings made , Like children AND HER PRECIOUS LEG . 17.
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... never lifted leg , Was a very rich bay , call'd Banker— A horse of a breed and a metal so rare , — By Bullion out of an Ingot mare , — That for action , the best of figures , and air , It made many good judges hanker . And when she took ...
... never lifted leg , Was a very rich bay , call'd Banker— A horse of a breed and a metal so rare , — By Bullion out of an Ingot mare , — That for action , the best of figures , and air , It made many good judges hanker . And when she took ...
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... never so well is the verity seen , As when to the weak , warp'd side we lean , While Life's tempests and hurricanes try us . Even thus with Miss K. and her broken limb , By a very , very remarkable whim , She show'd her early tuition ...
... never so well is the verity seen , As when to the weak , warp'd side we lean , While Life's tempests and hurricanes try us . Even thus with Miss K. and her broken limb , By a very , very remarkable whim , She show'd her early tuition ...
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... never stood , And she swore an oath , or something as good , The proxy limb should be golden ! A wooden leg ! what , a sort of peg , For your common Jockeys and Jennies ! No , no , her mother might worry and plague— Weep , go down on ...
... never stood , And she swore an oath , or something as good , The proxy limb should be golden ! A wooden leg ! what , a sort of peg , For your common Jockeys and Jennies ! No , no , her mother might worry and plague— Weep , go down on ...
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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.