Bianca’s Dream – A Venetian Story (Thomas Hood Poems)
BIANCA!-fair Bianca!-who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to ...
BIANCA!-fair Bianca!-who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to ...
IOh, when I was a tiny boy,My days and nights were full of joy,My mates were blithe and kind!-No wonder ...
Thou happy, happy elf!(But stop,-first let me kiss away that tear-)Thou tiny image of myself!(My love, he's poking peas into ...
O saw ye not fair Ines?She 's gone into the West,To dazzle when the sun is down,And rob the world ...
'Coming events cast their shadow before.'I had a vision in the summer light-Sorrow was in it, and my inward sightAched ...
By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts,Graven by Time, in love with his own lore;By all old martyrdoms and antique ...
I had a gig-horse, and I called him PleasureBecause on Sundays for a little jauntHe was so fast and showy, ...
Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!His voice is heard, but ...
Farewell, Life! My senses swim,And the world is growing dim;Thronging shadows cloud the light,Like the advent of the night,-Colder, colder, ...
The Autumn is old,The sere leaves are flying;-He hath gather'd up gold,And now he is dying;-Old Age, begin sighing!The vintage ...
Good morrow to the golden morning,Good morrow to the world's delight-I've come to bless thy life's beginning,Since it makes my ...
The world is with me, and its many cares, Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all ...
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses- We pluck'd them ...
The sun was slumbering in the West, My daily labors past; On Anna's soft and gentle breast My head reclined ...
One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; ...
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and ...
No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time ...
She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in ...
I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at ...
She stood breast-high amid the corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who ...
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the ...
Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, ...
I will not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly queen, ...
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light ...
I Remember, I Remember I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun ...
No sun--no moon! No morn--no noon! No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day-- No sky--no earthly view-- No distance looking ...
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