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beauty bird blood bloom bow'd breath bright brow Bude-lighted call'd cheek cloth gilt clouds cold Coloured cried dance dark dead dear Death doth double dream earth Engravings eyes face fair fairy fancy Fcap fear flowers French morocco gaze gentle gilded gilt edges gloomy gold Golden Leg green Gretna Green grief Gustave Dore hand hath Haunted head heart Hood Hood's horse Huggins hunt Illustrations light limb living look look'd Lycus Meanwhile melancholy merry Miss Kilmansegg moon morning mortal ne brown never night o'er once otto of rose perchance poor pride Quoth raining music rich rose round Sally Brown Saturn seem'd shade shine sighs sing soe win song soon sorrow soul spirit stamp'd stept stood sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thro tree turn'd Twas wave weep Whilst wild hyaena wings Work—work—work
第 180 頁 - Work ! work ! work ! Till the brain begins to swim ; Work ! work ! work ! Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream ! Oh, Men, with Sisters dear ! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures...
第 179 頁 - 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 !
第 1 頁 - 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. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
第 182 頁 - Work - work - work! From weary chime to chime, 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.
第 178 頁 - Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold ! -Gold ! Gold ! Gold...
第 193 頁 - 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...
第 346 頁 - 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.
第 347 頁 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, — Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again ; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain ; And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves ; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves ; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod, — Aye, how the ghostly hand will point To show the burial clod...