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Page 226 - Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone, That could not do me ill; And yet I feared him all the more, For lying there so still: There was a manhood in his look, That murder could not kill. "And, lo! the universal air Seemed lit with ghastly flame; Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame: I took the dead man by his hand And called upon his name!
Page 253 - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — The tree is living yet!
Page 226 - O God, it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain ! But when I touched the lifeless clay, The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! " My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice ; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the devil's price : A dozen times I...
Page 227 - My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the Devil's price: A dozen times I groaned — the dead Had never groaned but twice.
Page 272 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep deep sea...
Page 71 - Now Ben he loved a pretty maid, Her name was Nelly Gray; So he went to pay her his devours When he'd devoured his pay! But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off! "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm ? The love that loves a scarlet coat, Should be more uniform!
Page 72 - And there he hung till he was dead As any nail in town, — • % For though distress had cut him up, It could not cut him down...
Page 253 - 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 224 - His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze ; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease : So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.
Page 252 - That widened when she fled. Full many a thankless child has been, But never one like mine ; Her meat was served on plates of gold, Her drink was rosy wine, But now she'll share the robin's food, And sup the common rill, Before her feet will turn again To meet her father's will ! I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
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| Titre | Poems Miniature libr. of the poets Poems, Thomas Hood |
| Auteur | Thomas Hood |
| Publié | 1881 |
| Original provenant de | Université d'Oxford |
| Numérisé | 3 août 2006 |
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