Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone With the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily, Like a dim picture of the drownèd past In the hush'd mind's mysterious far away, Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last Into that distance, gray upon the gray. Thanks for the explanation Matt. Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, Let others shoot; For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot. Written by I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure; Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant. Phil Butcher Like Phil Butcher, I see no problem with the tone of this article. No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. For instructions on how to use this banner, please refer to the.
A dozen men sat on his corpse,To find out why he died, -- And they buried Ben in four cross-roadsWith a stake in his inside. A dozen men sat on his corpse, To find out why he died, -- And they buried Ben in four cross-roads With a stake in his inside. » » » » Best Poems Best Famous Thomas Hood Poems Here is a collection of the all-time best famous Thomas Hood poems. This amount includes applicable customs duties, taxes, brokerage and other fees. The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be a little more uniform. The wood-louse dropped, and rolled into a ball,Touched by some impulse occult or mechanic;And nameless beetles ran along the wallIn universal panic. He became afterward an engraver, bur was drawn gradually into the literary profession, which he excercised far more to the advantage of his readers than his own.
There is an excellent edition of the Poems of Thomas Hood 2 vols. For all your jeering speeches, At duty's call I left my legs In Badajos's breaches. But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off. I wish I neer had seen your face; But now, a long farewell! One end he tied around a beam, And then removed his pegs; And, as his legs were off -- of course He soon was off his legs. The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform. It has an interesting introduction by Tom, who obviously feels that Hood should be known better for his serious work personal note: I think most of his 'serious poems' are just comic ones where the punchline falls flat.
The army surgeons made him limbs; Said he, Theyre only pegs; But theyre as wooden members quite As represent my legs. Highly regarded by many literary figures including Charles Dickens , it had a considerably wide-reaching impact. Before you had those timber toes Your love I did allow, But then, you know, you stand upon Another footing now. For all your jeering speeches,At duty's call I left my legsIn Badajos's breaches. Oh, false and fickle Nelly Gray! The love that loves a scarlet coatShould be a little more uniform. I know why you refuse: Though I've no feet, some other man Is standing in my shoes. For all your jeering speeches, At duty's call I left my legs In Badajos's breaches.
For all your jeering speeches, At dutys call I left my legs In Badajoss breaches. This article has been rated as Mid-importance on the project's. You will not be my Nell! 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! For you will be my death — alas! His friendship with Dickens dates from his review of Dicken's Master Humphrey's Clock in 1840. So round his melancholy neck A rope he did intwine, And, for his second time in life, Enlisted in the Line. Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be a little more uniform. It now contains footnotes and is better and more thorough. Now, when he went from Nelly Gray, His heart so heavy got, And life was such a burthen grown, It made him take a knot.
For additional information, see the Global Shipping Program This amount includes applicable customs duties, taxes, brokerage and other fees. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. For you will be my death' -- alas! The window jingled in its crumbled frame,And through its many gaps of destitutionDolorous moans and hollow sighings came,Like those of dissolution. This article has been rated as Start-Class on the project's. O false and fickle Nelly Gray! There seems to be a number of people out there who are under the impression that 'encyclopedic' articles include absolutely no reference to, for example, the perceived quality of a writer's work or the prevailing opinions relating to such subjects. One end he tied around a beam, And then removed his pegs; And as his legs were off,of course He soon was off his legs.
Now Ben he loved a pretty maid, Her name was Nelly Gray; So he went to pay her his devours, When he devoured his pay. And there he hung till he was deadAs any nail in town;For, though distress had cut him up,It could not cut him down. However, his mastery of pun and humor combined with his calling for social activism proved him to be a great intellectual throughout his short life. Now when he went from Nelly Gray His heart so heavy got, And life was such a burden grown, It made him take a knot. One end he tied around a beam, And then removed his pegs, And, as his legs were off, of course He soon was off his legs. This poem is strikingly similar to John Godfrey Saxe's ' Briefless Barrister' , also excerpted from the same book - lots of puns, lots of word-play.
Find more at This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. You will not be my Nell! The lilacs where the robin built,And where my brother setThe laburnum on his birthday,--The tree is living yet! So round his melancholy neck A rope he did entwine, And, for his second time in life, Enlisted in the Line. Is this your love so warm? Why, then, said she, youve lost the feet Of legs in wars alarms, And now you cannot wear the shoes Upon your feats of arms. The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be a little more uniform. He used his recognition as a humorist to publish two serious poems on the need for social activism. But when he called on Nelly Gray,She made him quite a scoff;And when she saw his wooden legs,Began to take them off.