The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies By Thomas Hood

The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies I ‘Twas in that mellow season of the year When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves Till they…

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The Key (A Moorish Romance) By Thomas Hood

The Key (A Moorish Romance) ‘On the east coast, towards Tunis, the Moors still preserve the key of their ancestors’ houses in Spain; to which…

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The Lady’s Dream By Thomas Hood

The Lady’s Dream The lady lay in her bed, Her couch so warm and soft, But her sleep was restless and broken still; For turning…

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The Lament Of Toby, The Learned Pig By Thomas Hood

The Lament Of Toby, The Learned Pig Oh, heavy day! oh, day of woe! To misery a poster, Why was I ever farrowed, why Not…

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The Lay Of The Laborer By Thomas Hood

The Lay Of The Laborer A spade! a rake! a hoe! A pickaxe, or a bill! A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow,…

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The Lost Heir By Thomas Hood

The Lost Heir ‘Oh where, and oh where Is my bonny laddie gone?’ _Old Song_. One day, as I was going by That part of…

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The Poet’s Portion By Thomas Hood

The Poet’s Portion What is a mine—a treasury—a dower— A magic talisman of mighty power? A poet’s wide possession of the earth. He has th’…

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The Sea Of Death By Thomas Hood

The Sea Of Death ——Methought I saw Life swiftly treading over endless space; And, at her foot-print, but a bygone pace, The ocean-past, which, with…

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The Song Of The Shirt By Thomas Hood

The Song Of The Shirt The Song of the Shirt With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly…

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The Stars Are With The Voyager By Thomas Hood

The Stars Are With The Voyager The stars are with the voyager Wherever he may sail; The moon is constant to her time; The sun…

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The Sun Was Slumbering In The West By Thomas Hood

The Sun Was Slumbering In The West The sun was slumbering in the West, My daily labors past; On Anna’s soft and gentle breast My…

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The Two Peacocks Of Bedfont By Thomas Hood

The Two Peacocks Of Bedfont I Alas! That breathing Vanity should go Where Pride is buried,—like its very ghost, Uprisen from the naked bones below,…

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The Water Lady By Thomas Hood

The Water Lady Alas, the moon should ever beam To show what man should never see!— I saw a maiden on a stream, And fair…

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The Two Swans (A Fairy Tale) By Thomas Hood

The Two Swans (A Fairy Tale) I Immortal Imogen, crown’d queen above The lilies of thy sex, vouchsafe to hear A fairy dream in honor…

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The Workhouse Clock By Thomas Hood

The Workhouse Clock An Allegory There’s a murmur in the air, And noise in every street— The murmur of many tongues, The noise of numerous…

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The World Is With Me By Thomas Hood

The World Is With Me The world is with me, and its many cares, Its woes–its wants–the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all…

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There Is Dew For The Flow’ret By Thomas Hood

There Is Dew For The Flow’Ret There is dew for the flow’ret And honey for the bee, And bowers for the wild bird, And love…

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To A False Friend By Thomas Hood

To A False Friend Our hands have met, but not our hearts; Our hands will never meet again. Friends, if we have ever been, Friends…

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Time Of Roses By Thomas Hood

Time Of Roses It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck’d them as we…

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To A Child Embracing His Mother By Thomas Hood

To A Child Embracing His Mother Love thy mother, little one! Kiss and clasp her neck again,— Hereafter she may have a son Will kiss…

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Time, Hope And Memory By Thomas Hood

Time, Hope And Memory I heard a gentle maiden, in the spring, Set her sweet sighs to music, and thus sing: ‘Fly through the world,…

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To A Cold Beauty By Thomas Hood

To A Cold Beauty Lady, wouldst thou heiress be To Winters cold and cruel part? When he sets the rivers free, Thou dost still lock…

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Tim Turpin By Thomas Hood

Tim Turpin Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne’er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot to dot his…

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To Hope By Thomas Hood

To Hope Oh! take, young Seraph, take thy harp, And play to me so cheerily; For grief is dark, and care is sharp, And life…

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To A Sleeping Child By Thomas Hood

To A Sleeping Child I Oh, ’tis a touching thing, to make one weep,— A tender infant with its curtain’d eye, Breathing as it would…

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To Fancy By Thomas Hood

To Fancy Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing, Won by the mind’s high magic to its hest— Invisible embassy, or secret guest,— Weighing the light air…

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To An Enthusiast By Thomas Hood

To An Enthusiast Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature’s truth, Spring warmth of heart, and fervency of mind, And still a large late love…

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To An Absentee By Thomas Hood

To An Absentee O’er hill, and dale, and distant sea, Through all the miles that stretch between, My thought must fly to rest on thee,…

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Verses Written In An Album By Thomas Hood

Verses Written In An Album Far above the hollow Tempest, and its moan, Singeth bright Apollo In his golden zone,— Cloud doth never shade him,…

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Home By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

Home So long had I travelled the lonely road, Though, now and again, a wayfairing friend Walked shoulder to shoulder, and lightened the load, I…

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Cherries By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

Cherries A HANDFUL of cherries She gave me in passing, The wizened old woman, And wished me good luck- And again I was dreaming, A…

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The Blind Rower By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

The Blind Rower And since he rowed his father home, His hand has never touched an oar. All day he wanders on the shore, And…

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The Crane By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

The Crane The biggest crane on earth, it lifts Two hundred ton more easily Than I can lift my heavy head: And when it swings,…

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The Lonely Road By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

The Lonely Road The Lonely Road So long had I travelled the lonely road, Though, now and again, a wayfairing friend Walked shoulder to shoulder,…

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The Dancing Seal By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

The Dancing Seal When we were building Skua Light– The first men who had lived a night Upon that deep-sea Isle– As soon as chisel…

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The Messages By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

The Messages “I cannot quite remember…. There were five Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three Whispered their dying messages to me….” Back from…

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The Stone By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

The Stone “And will you cut a stone for him, To set above his head? And will you cut a stone for him– A stone…

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Lines Written After A Walk Before Supper By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Lines Written After A Walk Before Supper Tho’ much averse, dear Jack, to flicker, To find a likeness for friend V—-ker, I’ve made, thro’ earth,…

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A Christmas Carol By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Christmas Carol I. The shepherds went their hasty way, And found the lowly stable-shed Where the Virgin-Mother lay: And now they checked their eager…

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Then, After A Pause Of A Few Minutes By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(Then, after a pause of a few minutes), ————————————– ANSWER, ex improviso Yes, yes ! that boon, life’s richest treat He had, or fancied that…

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A Broken Friendship By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Broken Friendship Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is…

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A Child’s Evening Prayer By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Child’s Evening Prayer Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, God grant me grace my prayers to say: O God! preserve my mother…

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A Mathematical Problem By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Mathematical Problem This is now–this was erst, Proposition the first–and Problem the first. I. On a given finite Line Which must no way incline;…

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A Day Dream By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Day Dream My eyes make pictures when they’re shut:– I see a fountain large and fair, A Willow and a ruined Hut, And thee,…

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A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion Now as Heaven is my Lot, they’re the Pests of the Nation! Wherever…

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A Tombless Epitaph By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Tombless Epitaph ‘Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his earliest friends,…

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About The Nightingale By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

About The Nightingale From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send per post…

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Absence – A Farewell Ode On Quitting School For Jesus College By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Absence – A Farewell Ode On Quitting School For Jesus College Where graced with many a classic spoil Cam rolls his reverend stream along, I…

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Ballad Of Sir Patrick Spence By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence I Well ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night,…

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Addressed To A Young Man Of Fortune Who Abandoned Himself To An Indolent And Causeless Melancholy By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Addressed To A Young Man Of Fortune Who Abandoned Himself To An Indolent And Causeless Melancholy Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe, O Youth to…

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Aeolian Harp, The By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Aeolian Harp, The My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside our Cot,…

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Answer To A Child’s Question By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Answer To A Child’s Question Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet, and thrush say, ‘I love and I…

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Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates his…

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As Some Vast Tropic Tree, Itself A Wood (Fragment) By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

As Some Vast Tropic Tree, Itself A Wood (Fragment) As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood, That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the…

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Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree, The By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree, The Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of…

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Brockley Coomb By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Brockley Coomb Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the…

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Constancy To An Ideal Object By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Constancy To An Ideal Object Since all, that beat about in Nature’s range, Or veer or vanish ; why should’st thou remain The only constant…

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Christabel By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Christabel PART I ‘Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo! And hark, again!…

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Composed At Clevedon, Somersetshire By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Composed At Clevedon, Somersetshire My pensive Sara, thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside our cot,…

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Cologne By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Cologne In Köhln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang’d with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches ; I counted…

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