THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS HOOD1857 |
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第 15 頁
... like flax , -- Yet sure of heav'n themselves , as if they'd cribb'd Th ' impression of St. Peter's keys in wax ! Of such a character no single trace Exists , I ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE . 15 Ode to Rae Wilson, Esquire.
... like flax , -- Yet sure of heav'n themselves , as if they'd cribb'd Th ' impression of St. Peter's keys in wax ! Of such a character no single trace Exists , I ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE . 15 Ode to Rae Wilson, Esquire.
第 18 頁
... sure ' tis odd How much a man can differ from his neighbour : One wishes worship freely giv'n to God , Another wants to make it statute - labour- The broad distinction in a line to draw , As means to lead us to the skies above , You say ...
... sure ' tis odd How much a man can differ from his neighbour : One wishes worship freely giv'n to God , Another wants to make it statute - labour- The broad distinction in a line to draw , As means to lead us to the skies above , You say ...
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... sure - ly a sum purdigious ! But being so particular religious , Why , that , you see , put master on his guard ! " Church is a little heav'n below , I have been there and still would go , " Yet I am none of those who think it odd A man ...
... sure - ly a sum purdigious ! But being so particular religious , Why , that , you see , put master on his guard ! " Church is a little heav'n below , I have been there and still would go , " Yet I am none of those who think it odd A man ...
第 38 頁
... sure as ever the clock strikes one , He'll be rampant , he will , at his child being lost ; and the beef and the inguns not done ! La bless you , good folks , mind your own consarns , and don't be making a mob in the street ; O serjeant ...
... sure as ever the clock strikes one , He'll be rampant , he will , at his child being lost ; and the beef and the inguns not done ! La bless you , good folks , mind your own consarns , and don't be making a mob in the street ; O serjeant ...
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... sure it can't not take a pound to sky a copper ; You'll powder both our heads off , so I tells you , with its puff , But she only dried her fingers , and she takes a pinch of snuff . Well , when the pinch is over- Teach your grand ...
... sure it can't not take a pound to sky a copper ; You'll powder both our heads off , so I tells you , with its puff , But she only dried her fingers , and she takes a pinch of snuff . Well , when the pinch is over- Teach your grand ...
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第 38 頁 - Twas papered o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote — my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail, my fancies droop, Joy never cometh with a hoop, And seldom with a call...
第 58 頁 - Even is come ; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun — one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch...
第 38 頁 - s ne'er out of school : My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight, I have too many foes to fight, And friends grown strangely cool ! The very chum that shared my cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake, It makes me shrink and sigh : — On this I will not dwell and hang, — The changeling would not feel a pang Though these should meet his eye ! No skies so blue or so serene As then ; — no leaves look half so green As clothed the playground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so, Nor does it ease...
第 74 頁 - s roaring, Peal on peal contending clash ; On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes the paddles splash.
第 39 頁 - Beneath the stroke, and even find Some sugar in the cane ! The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed ! The Fairy Tales in school-time read, By stealth, 'twixt verb and noun ! The angel form that always walk'd In all my dreams, and look'd and talk'd Exactly like Miss Brown ! The omne bene...
第 39 頁 - The careless dogs'-ears apt to deck My book and collar both ! How can this formal man be styled Merely an Alexandrine child, A boy of larger growth...
第 254 頁 - ... No inkling of the way — no notion — " No go " — by land or ocean — No mail — no post — No news from any foreign coast — No park — no ring — no afternoon gentility — No company — no nobility — No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member — No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds November ! LOVE AND LUNACY.
第 40 頁 - Then home, sweet home ! the crowded coach — The joyous shout — the loud approach — The winding horns like rams' ! The meeting sweet that made me thrill, The sweetmeats almost sweeter still, No
第 23 頁 - The humble records of my life to search, I have not herded with mere pagan beasts ; But sometimes I have " sat at good men's feasts," And I have been " where bells have knoll'd to church.
第 19 頁 - Of such a character no single trace Exists, I know, in my fictitious face ; There wants a certain cast about the eye ; A certain lifting of the nose's tip; A certain curling of the nether lip, In scorn of all that is, beneath the sky...