The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas HoodHenry Frowde, 1906 - 773 pagina's |
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The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Biographical ..., Volumes 1-2 Thomas Hood Volledige weergave - 1859 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 498 - some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the Reverend Vicar all in lawn ! One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree
Pagina 414 - We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died ! For when the morn came dim and sad—• And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed—she had Another morn than ours ! ANTICIPATION ' Coming events cast their shadow before
Pagina 161 - IV I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy 30 To know I'm farther off from heav'n Than when I was a boy.
Pagina 616 - 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 ! Sisterly, brotherly, Fatherly, motherly, 50 Feelings had changed : Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence ; Even God's providence Seeming estranged.
Pagina 161 - 20 My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! IV I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy
Pagina 590 - I THE SONG OF THE SHIRT 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 She sang
Pagina 161 - 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 I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where
Pagina 414 - DEATH-BED WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro ! So silently we seemed to speak— So slowly moved about ! • As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out ! Our very hopes belied our fears Our fears our hopes belied—
Pagina 591 - thank For sometimes falling there ! ' Work—work—work ! From weary chime to chime, 50 Work—-work—work— As prisoners work for crime ! Band, and gusset, and seam, Seam, and gusset, and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb'd, As well as the weary hand. / ' ~) ' Work—work—work, In the dull December light, And work—work—work,
Pagina 591 - 70 And the walk that costs a meal ! ' Oh but for one short hour ! A respite however brief ! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope, But only time for Grief ! A little weeping would ease my heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop