The Works of Thomas Hood...: Complete poetical worksDerby and Jackson, 1861 |
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第 10 頁
... sleeping in the same 164 164 165 165 166 166 167 167 168 168 169 . Chamber To my Daughter , on her Birthday 170 171 To a Child embracing his Mother .. Stanzas To a False Friend The Poet's Portion ... Time , Hope , and Memory . Song ...
... sleeping in the same 164 164 165 165 166 166 167 167 168 168 169 . Chamber To my Daughter , on her Birthday 170 171 To a Child embracing his Mother .. Stanzas To a False Friend The Poet's Portion ... Time , Hope , and Memory . Song ...
第 18 頁
... sleep Hath been so thronged with images of woe , That even now I cannot choose but weep To think this was some sad prophetic show Of future horror to befall us so , Of mortal wreck and uttermost distress , Yea , our poor empire's fall ...
... sleep Hath been so thronged with images of woe , That even now I cannot choose but weep To think this was some sad prophetic show Of future horror to befall us so , Of mortal wreck and uttermost distress , Yea , our poor empire's fall ...
第 24 頁
... sleep and drowsy darkness roll Over hushed cities , and the midnight chime Sounds from their hundred clocks , and deep bells toll Like a last knell over the dead world's soul , Saying , Time shall be final of all things , 21 THE PLEA OF.
... sleep and drowsy darkness roll Over hushed cities , and the midnight chime Sounds from their hundred clocks , and deep bells toll Like a last knell over the dead world's soul , Saying , Time shall be final of all things , 21 THE PLEA OF.
第 60 頁
... sleep beneath , Nor gore him with crooked tusks , or wreathéd horns ; Let no fierce sharks destroy him with their teeth , Nor spine - fish wound him with their venomed thorns ; But if he faint , and timely succor lack , Let ruthful ...
... sleep beneath , Nor gore him with crooked tusks , or wreathéd horns ; Let no fierce sharks destroy him with their teeth , Nor spine - fish wound him with their venomed thorns ; But if he faint , and timely succor lack , Let ruthful ...
第 64 頁
... sleeping , Over the verdant plain that makes his bed ; And all the noisy waves go freshly leaping , Like gamesome boys over the church - yard dead ; The light in vain keeps looking for his face , Now screaming sea fowl settle in his ...
... sleeping , Over the verdant plain that makes his bed ; And all the noisy waves go freshly leaping , Like gamesome boys over the church - yard dead ; The light in vain keeps looking for his face , Now screaming sea fowl settle in his ...
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第 121 頁 - Sisterly, brotherly. Fatherly, motherly Feelings had changed. Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement Houseless by night.
第 150 頁 - 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. 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 To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
第 150 頁 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
第 101 頁 - He told how murderers walk the earth Beneath the curse of Cain, — With crimson clouds before their eyes, And flames about their brain. For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain! "And well...
第 124 頁 - Stitch— stitch— stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt. "But why do I talk of death? That phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God; that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
第 129 頁 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
第 148 頁 - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
第 119 頁 - 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 dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
第 110 頁 - 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!
第 99 頁 - And shouted as they ran, Turning to mirth all things of earth As only boyhood can; But the usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man! 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.