The Miscellaneous Poems of Thomas Hood: Containing Lamia, the Epping Hunt, Odes and Addresses, and Poems of Sentiment, Wit, and Humor, with Notes

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Phillips, Sampson, 1858 - 359 páginas

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Página 181 - Johnson " proved a " Walker." While studying o'er the fire one day My " Hobbes " amidst the smoke, They bore my " Colman " clean away, And carried off my " Coke." They picked my " Locke," to me far more Than Bramah's patent worth, And now my losses I deplore, Without a " Home " on earth. If once a book you let them lift, Another they conceal, For though I caught them stealing " Swift," As swiftly went my
Página 194 - SOME sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far, The world may wag at will, So I have my cigar.
Página 191 - I would have thee know, friend, (addressing himself to Adams), I shall not learn my duty from such as thee. I know what charity is, better than to give to vagabonds.
Página 176 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Página 161 - I REALLY take it very kind, This visit, Mrs. Skinner ! I have not seen you such an age — (The wretch has come to dinner !) " Your daughters, too, what loves of girls — What heads for painters...
Página 349 - To cheer their babes and spouses; While you and I, Bill, on the deck Are comfortably lying, My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying!
Página 349 - I've a notion, For our good luck, in such a storm, To be upon the ocean!
Página 181 - How hard, when those who do not wish To lend, that's lose, their books, Are snared by anglers — folks that fish With literary hooks; Who call and take some favourite tome, But never read it through; — They thus complete their set at home, By making one at you.
Página 349 - One night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid, And said to Billy Bowling: "A strong nor-wester's blowing, Bill: Hark! Don't ye hear it roar now? Lord help 'em! How I pities all Unhappy folks on shore now!
Página 185 - I HATE the very name of box ; It fills me full of fears ; It minds me of the woes I've felt Since I was young in years. They sent me to a Yorkshire school, Where I had many knocks ; For there my schoolmates box'd my ears, Because I couldn't box. I...

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