The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With Some Account of the Author. In Four Volumes, Volym 1Little, Brown, 1861 |
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... go extinct , even though they were but as the butterflies that hover about the leaves and blossoms of the visible world . I am , My dear friend , Yours most truly , T. HOOD . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . I. ' Twas 4 TO CHARLES LAMB .
... go extinct , even though they were but as the butterflies that hover about the leaves and blossoms of the visible world . I am , My dear friend , Yours most truly , T. HOOD . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . I. ' Twas 4 TO CHARLES LAMB .
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... leaves Till they be gold , —and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime ; That forth I fared , on one of those still ...
... leaves Till they be gold , —and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves ; When more abundantly the spider weaves , And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime ; That forth I fared , on one of those still ...
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... leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the gray owlet's beak . VIII . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken Appear'd the loyal Fays . - Some by degrees Crept from the primrose buds ...
... leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the gray owlet's beak . VIII . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken Appear'd the loyal Fays . - Some by degrees Crept from the primrose buds ...
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... leaves when , as the Zephyrs swoon , All on their drooping stems they sink unfann'd , — So into silence droop'd the fairy band , To see their empress dear so pale and still , Crowding her softly round on either hand , As pale as frosty ...
... leaves when , as the Zephyrs swoon , All on their drooping stems they sink unfann'd , — So into silence droop'd the fairy band , To see their empress dear so pale and still , Crowding her softly round on either hand , As pale as frosty ...
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... leaves . XVIII . " And lo ! upon a mast rear'd far aloft , He bore a very bright and crescent blade , The which he ... leaf was lifted by his sigh . XIX . " And ever as he sigh'd , his MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 11.
... leaves . XVIII . " And lo ! upon a mast rear'd far aloft , He bore a very bright and crescent blade , The which he ... leaf was lifted by his sigh . XIX . " And ever as he sigh'd , his MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 11.
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Sida 190 - 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.
Sida 188 - One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Sida 280 - 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.
Sida 149 - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave! Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave — Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave!
Sida 150 - Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep : Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep.
Sida 276 - 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.
Sida 192 - Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred 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 ! The vigour of this poem is no less remarkable than its pathos.
Sida 315 - Be lapp'd in alien clay and laid below ; It is not death to know this, — but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft, — and when grass waves Over the past-away, there may be then No resurrection in the minds of men.
Sida 147 - My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the Devil's price: A dozen times I groaned: the dead Had never groaned but twice.
Sida 218 - Strong the earthy odour grows — I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome Life ! the Spirit strives ! Strength returns and hope revives ; Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn, — O'er the earth there comes a bloom ; Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapour cold — I smell the rose above the mould ! April, 1845.