Poems of Thomas Hood, Volume 2

Macmillan, 1897 - 415 pagina's

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Pagina 162 - Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose !) Balmy, and breathing music like the South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth !) Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as its star, — (I wish that window had an iron bar !) Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the dove — (I'll tell you what, my love, I cannot write, unless he 's sent above !) A SERENADE ' LULLABY, oh, lullaby ! ' Thus I heard a father cry, 'Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Pagina 56 - yoft've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you cannot wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms ! " " O, false and fickle Nelly Gray ! I know why you refuse : — Though I've no feet — some other man Is standing in my shoes ! " I wish I ne'er had seen your face ; But, now, a long farewell ! For you will be my death : — alas ! You will not be my Nell...
Pagina 237 - It is the king's highway, that we are in, and in this way it is that thou hast placed the lions." — BUNYAS. I. WHAT ! shut the Gardens ! lock the latticed gate ! Refuse the shilling and the Fellow's ticket ! And hang a wooden notice up to state, " On Sundays no admittance at this wicket ! " The Birds, the Beasts, and all the Reptile race Denied to friends and visitors till Monday!
Pagina 55 - 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...
Pagina 216 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While...
Pagina 218 - What heads for painters' easels ! Come here and kiss the infant, dears — (And give it p'rhaps the measles !) "Your charming boys I see are home From Reverend Mr. Russell's ; 'T\vas very kind to bring them both — (What boots for my new Brussels !) " What ! little Clara left at home ? Well now I call that shabby : I should have loved to kiss her so — (A flabby, dabby, babby !) "And Mr.
Pagina 20 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Pagina 171 - Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' Auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day in June, When wearing thro' the afternoon, Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame, Forgather'd ance upon a time. The first I'll name, they ca'd him Caesar. Was keepit for his Honour's pleasure: His hair, his size, his mouth, his lugs, Shew'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs; But whalpet some place far abroad, Whare sailors gang to fish for Cod.
Pagina 45 - Alas ! I was not born beneath The Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, And walk about in Wales." Now Ben had sailed to many a place That's underneath the world ; But in two years the ship came home, And all her sails were furled.
Pagina 125 - Oh ! Sally, sharks do things by halves, Yet most completely do ! A bite in one place seems enough, But I've been bit in two. " You know I once was all your own, But now a shark must share ! But let that pass — for now, to you I'm neither here nor there.

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