Poems of Thomas Hood, Volume 1Macmillan, 1897 - 415 pagina's |
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Pagina 116
... seemed to ride Upon a winged horse , - A whipper - in ? -no whipper - in : A huntsman ? no such soul . A connoisseur , or amateur ? Why yes , -a Horse Patrol . A member of police , for whom The county found a nag , And , like Acteon in ...
... seemed to ride Upon a winged horse , - A whipper - in ? -no whipper - in : A huntsman ? no such soul . A connoisseur , or amateur ? Why yes , -a Horse Patrol . A member of police , for whom The county found a nag , And , like Acteon in ...
Pagina 118
... Seemed more than ninety - nine . Yet worse than all the prickly points That entered in his skin , His nag was running off the while The thorns were running in ! Now had a Papist seen his sport , Thus laid 118 THE EPPING HUNT.
... Seemed more than ninety - nine . Yet worse than all the prickly points That entered in his skin , His nag was running off the while The thorns were running in ! Now had a Papist seen his sport , Thus laid 118 THE EPPING HUNT.
Pagina 119
... Seemed honest - like and fair ; For he seemed willing , horse and all , To go before the mare ! So up on Huggins ' horse he got , And swiftly rode away , While Huggins mounted on the mare , Done brown upon a bay ! And off they set , in ...
... Seemed honest - like and fair ; For he seemed willing , horse and all , To go before the mare ! So up on Huggins ' horse he got , And swiftly rode away , While Huggins mounted on the mare , Done brown upon a bay ! And off they set , in ...
Pagina 120
... Seemed dwindling into mice ; And , far remote , each scarlet coat Soon flitted like a spark , - Tho ' still the forest murmured back An echo of the bark ! But sad at soul John Huggins turned : No comfort could he find ; While thus the ...
... Seemed dwindling into mice ; And , far remote , each scarlet coat Soon flitted like a spark , - Tho ' still the forest murmured back An echo of the bark ! But sad at soul John Huggins turned : No comfort could he find ; While thus the ...
Pagina 124
... seemed of nature and her works ! For little ducks , beyond conviction , Should float without the help of corks : Great Johnson , it bewildered him ! To hear of ducks that could not swim . Poor Mrs. Bond ! what could she do But change ...
... seemed of nature and her works ! For little ducks , beyond conviction , Should float without the help of corks : Great Johnson , it bewildered him ! To hear of ducks that could not swim . Poor Mrs. Bond ! what could she do But change ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
altho beasts began birds brown brutes call'd Coati Mundi course Crooked Lane curse d'ye think Dame dark deaf dear Distress Doctor Jones door easy song ev'ry eyes face fair fancy flying folks gone grave green Grundy half hand hast head hear heard heart horn horse huckaback Huggins Hunks hunt Hyæna John Huggins Lady legs look look'd Lord lullaby master Miss Monday morn mother mouth never night nose o'er Oh Peace once pearlash Peter Stone POEMS poor pretty retrospective memory round the Square safety coffin Sally Sally Brown seem'd seemed sight song sort soul sound stood Straight Sunday sure sweet tail tear tell thee There's thing Thomas Stothard thou thought thro till Monday TOM SIMPSON tongue took tooth town Trumpet turn turn'd Twas verses washing wild William dear Zounds
Populaire passages
Pagina 166 - 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 59 - 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 59 - 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 220 - 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 222 - 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 24 - 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 175 - 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 49 - 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 129 - 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.