The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Memoir, Volume 1Dodd, Mead, 1867 |
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... turn'd fragrance in his breath , Kiss'd by sad Zephyr , guilty of his death . XXXVII . " The widow'd primrose weeping to the moon , And saffron crocus in whose chalice bright A cool libation hoarded for the noon Is kept and she that ...
... turn'd fragrance in his breath , Kiss'd by sad Zephyr , guilty of his death . XXXVII . " The widow'd primrose weeping to the moon , And saffron crocus in whose chalice bright A cool libation hoarded for the noon Is kept and she that ...
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... turn The thread - worn rivulet , that all forsook The Naiad - lily , pining for her brook . LXII . green meads . " Wherefore , by thy delight in cool With living sapphires daintily inlaid , — In all soft songs of waters and their reeds ...
... turn The thread - worn rivulet , that all forsook The Naiad - lily , pining for her brook . LXII . green meads . " Wherefore , by thy delight in cool With living sapphires daintily inlaid , — In all soft songs of waters and their reeds ...
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... turn us into heavy mud . XCII . " Beshrew those sad interpreters of nature , Who gloze her lively universal law , As if she had not form'd our cheerful feature To be so tickled with the slightest straw ! So let them vex their mumping ...
... turn us into heavy mud . XCII . " Beshrew those sad interpreters of nature , Who gloze her lively universal law , As if she had not form'd our cheerful feature To be so tickled with the slightest straw ! So let them vex their mumping ...
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... Turning her buds to rosemary and rue ; And all their merry minstrelsy did drown , And laid each lusty leaper in the dew ; - So thou shalt fare - and every jovial crew ! " XCVI . Here he lets go the struggling imp , to clutch His mortal ...
... Turning her buds to rosemary and rue ; And all their merry minstrelsy did drown , And laid each lusty leaper in the dew ; - So thou shalt fare - and every jovial crew ! " XCVI . Here he lets go the struggling imp , to clutch His mortal ...
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... turning to the small assembled fays , Doffs to the lily queen his courteous cap , And holds her beauty for a while ... turns askance , Exclaiming , with a glad and kindly glance : - XCIX . " Oh , these be Fancy's revellers by night ...
... turning to the small assembled fays , Doffs to the lily queen his courteous cap , And holds her beauty for a while ... turns askance , Exclaiming , with a glad and kindly glance : - XCIX . " Oh , these be Fancy's revellers by night ...
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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
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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.
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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...
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