The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volume 1Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
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... sense and effect of the work . In 1821 , Mr. John Scott , the editor of the Lon- don Magazine , was killed in a duel , and that peri- odical passed into the hands of some friends of Mr. Hood , who proposed to him to take a part in its ...
... sense and effect of the work . In 1821 , Mr. John Scott , the editor of the Lon- don Magazine , was killed in a duel , and that peri- odical passed into the hands of some friends of Mr. Hood , who proposed to him to take a part in its ...
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... sense and keen observation in the prose of these works ; but the poetical feeling and lyrical facility of the one , and the more solid qual- ities of the other , seemed best employed when they were subservient to his rapid wit , and to ...
... sense and keen observation in the prose of these works ; but the poetical feeling and lyrical facility of the one , and the more solid qual- ities of the other , seemed best employed when they were subservient to his rapid wit , and to ...
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... sense . " Now it is true that the critic must be unconscious of some of the subtlest charms and nicest delicacies of language , who would exclude from humorous writing all those impressions and surprises which depend on the use of the ...
... sense . " Now it is true that the critic must be unconscious of some of the subtlest charms and nicest delicacies of language , who would exclude from humorous writing all those impressions and surprises which depend on the use of the ...
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... sense of humour is the just balance of all the faculties of man , the best security against the pride of knowl- edge and the conceits of the imagination , the strongest inducement to submit with a wise and pious patience to the ...
... sense of humour is the just balance of all the faculties of man , the best security against the pride of knowl- edge and the conceits of the imagination , the strongest inducement to submit with a wise and pious patience to the ...
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... sense . It would have been a pity for such a race to go extinct , even though they were but as the butterflies that hover about the leaves and blossoms of the visible world . I am , 1827 . My dear friend , Yours most truly , T. HOOD THE ...
... sense . It would have been a pity for such a race to go extinct , even though they were but as the butterflies that hover about the leaves and blossoms of the visible world . I am , 1827 . My dear friend , Yours most truly , T. HOOD THE ...
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Page 155 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 155 - Work — work — work, Till the brain begins to swim; Work — work — work, Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures
Page 206 - 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.
Page 206 - 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 ! T remember.
Page 153 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 118 - And souls untouched by sin ; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in : Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, — Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can...
Page 122 - And peace went with them one and all, And each calm pillow spread ; But guilt was my grim chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red...
Page 152 - 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.
Page 123 - One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave ; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave, Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave...
Page 426 - In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, Thou idol of thy parents (Drat the boy ! There goes my ink !) Thou...