The Works of Thomas Hood: Comic and Serious, in Prose and Verse with All the Original Illustrations, Volumen6

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E. Moxon, 1871

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Página 317 - It is good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true, It is good to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.
Página 455 - 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.
Página 448 - Twas in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran, and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool.
Página 451 - 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.
Página 453 - 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.
Página 450 - 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 talk'd 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...
Página 456 - With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran; — There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murder'd man! " And all that day I read in school, But my thought was other where...
Página 414 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares — The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays I Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Página 452 - Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone, That could not do me ill; And yet I feared him all the more, For lying there so still: There was a manhood in his look, That murder could not kill! " And lo ! the universal air Seemed lit with ghastly flame, — Ten thousand, thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame ; I took the dead man by his hand, And called upon his name.

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