Poems, Volume 2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - 229 pagina's |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 1-5 van 69
Pagina 14
... dead ; — But I will woo the dainty rose , With her cheeks of tender red . The lily is all in white , like a saint , And so is no mate for me- And the daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush , She is of such low degree ; Jasmine is sweet ...
... dead ; — But I will woo the dainty rose , With her cheeks of tender red . The lily is all in white , like a saint , And so is no mate for me- And the daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush , She is of such low degree ; Jasmine is sweet ...
Pagina 30
... dead indeed . But when , dear lady , I am near thy heart , Thy smile is time , and then so swift it flies , It seems we only meet to tear apart With aching hands and lingering of eyes . Alas , alas ! that we must learn hours ' flight By ...
... dead indeed . But when , dear lady , I am near thy heart , Thy smile is time , and then so swift it flies , It seems we only meet to tear apart With aching hands and lingering of eyes . Alas , alas ! that we must learn hours ' flight By ...
Pagina 50
... dead world's soul , Saying , Time shall be final of all things , Whose late , last voice must elegise the whole , — O then I clap aloft my brave broad wings , And make the wide air tremble while it rings ! " XXXV . Then next a fair Eve ...
... dead world's soul , Saying , Time shall be final of all things , Whose late , last voice must elegise the whole , — O then I clap aloft my brave broad wings , And make the wide air tremble while it rings ! " XXXV . Then next a fair Eve ...
Pagina 56
... dead leaves , whene'er they fly , - Which in the bleak air I would rather see , Than flights of the most tuneful birds that be . LII . " For I dislike all prime , and verdant pets , Ivy except , that on the aged wall Preys with its worm ...
... dead leaves , whene'er they fly , - Which in the bleak air I would rather see , Than flights of the most tuneful birds that be . LII . " For I dislike all prime , and verdant pets , Ivy except , that on the aged wall Preys with its worm ...
Pagina 74
... can e'er devise . And , this churl dead , there'll be no hasting hours To rob thee of thy joys , as now joy flies : " - Here she was stopp'd by Saturn's furious cries . CVIII . Whom , therefore , the kind Shade rebukes 74 HOOD'S POEMS .
... can e'er devise . And , this churl dead , there'll be no hasting hours To rob thee of thy joys , as now joy flies : " - Here she was stopp'd by Saturn's furious cries . CVIII . Whom , therefore , the kind Shade rebukes 74 HOOD'S POEMS .
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
amongst Barbican beauty bird bloom blue breath bright brow called Charles Lamb cheeks clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight dream Dundee Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear fire flow'rs gaze gentle gloom gold golden green grief hair hand hath head heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hope human Jean Bertaut Kilmansegg lady leaves light Lincolnshire lips literary living look Lord Lord Byron LYCUS melancholy melodious falls mind Miss moral morning Naiad never night o'er once pale pity poor PUGSLEY raining music rich rose round Saturn shade shadows shine sighs sing Sir Walter Scott sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sweet tears thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought trees turn turn'd Twas voice walk wave weep whilst wind wings young yure
Populaire passages
Pagina 194 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Pagina 184 - 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. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Pagina 185 - Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — . Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? 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.
Pagina 192 - 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 !
Pagina 145 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Pagina 112 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Pagina 84 - Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares — The poets who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays...
Pagina 71 - Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay : For misery is trodden on by many, And being low never relieved by any.
Pagina 116 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Pagina 186 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing, Fix'd on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurr'd by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest. — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast ! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour...