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It's very hard! Oh, Dick, my boy,
It's very hard one can't enjoy
A little private spouting;
But sure as Lear or Hamlet lives,
Up comes our master, Bounce! and gives
The tragic Muse a routing.
Topic: Acting
Source: The Stage-Struck Hero
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It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
Topic: Apparel
Source: Song of the Shirt
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The Autumn is old;
The sere leaves are flying;
He hath gather'd up gold,
And now he is dying;--
Old age, begin sighing!
Topic: Autumn
Source: Autumn
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The year's in wane;
There is nothing adorning;
The night has no eve,
And the day has no morning;
Cold winter gives warning!
Topic: Autumn
Source: Autumn
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;--
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Topic: Autumn
Source: Ode--Autumn
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
Topic: Beds
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Dream
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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells
When on the undulating air they swim!
Topic: Bells
Source: Ode to Rae Wilson
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While the steeples are loud in their joy,
To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding,
Let us chime in a peal, one and all,
For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
Topic: Bells
Source: Song for the Million
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Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Topic: Blushes
Source: Ruth
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Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.
Topic: Brooks
Source: Town and Country (st. 9)
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Whoe'er has gone thro' London street,
Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat,
And how he keeps
Gloating upon a sheep's
Or bullock's personals, as if his own;
How he admires his halves
And quarters--and his calves,
As if in truth upon his own legs grown.
Topic: Butchering
Source: A Butcher
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The cowslip is a country wench.
Topic: Cowslips
Source: Flowers
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It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
Topic: Cruelty
Source: Song of the Shirt
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And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
Topic: Daisies
Source: Plea of the Midsummer Fairies (36)
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Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand
Some random bud will meet;
Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find
The daisy at thy feet.
Topic: Daisies
Source: Song
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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of our most romantic schemes
Are something more than fictions.
Topic: Dreams
Source: The Haunted House (pt. I)
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"Good, well-dress'd turtle beats them hollow,--
It almost makes me wish, I vow,
To have two stomachs, like a cow!"
And lo! as with the cud, an inward thrill
Upheaved his waistcoat and disturb'd his frill,
His mouth was oozing, and he work'd his jaw--
"I almost that that I could eat one raw."
Topic: Eating
Source: The Turtles
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Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Topic: Gold
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Topic: Gold
Source: None
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But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair.
Topic: Hair
Source: Hero and Leander (116)
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The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
And dear the beaver is to him
As if it never made a dam.
Topic: Hatters
Source: All Round my Hat
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Over the brink of it
Picture it--think of it,
Dissolute man.
Lave in it--drink of it
Then, if you can.
Topic: Humanity
Source: Bridge of Sighs
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Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
Topic: Humanity
Source: Song of the Shirt
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It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
Topic: Ignorance
Source: I Remember, I Remember
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Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
Topic: Imagination
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Christening
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Spontaneously to God should turn the soul,
Like the magnetic needle to the pole;
But what were that intrinsic virtue worth,
Suppose some fellow, with more zeal than knowledge,
Fresh from St. Andrew's College,
Should nail the conscious needle to the north?
Topic: Influence
Source: Poem addressed to Rae Wilson
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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
Topic: Jasmines
Source: Flowers
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And however are Dennises take offence,
A double meaning shows double sense;
And if proverbs tell truth,
A double tooth
Is wisdom's adopted dwelling.
Topic: Jesting
Source: Miss Kilmansegg
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What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched--my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me "dust to dust."
Topic: June
Source: Town and Country--Old Imitated from Horace
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With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread.
Topic: Labor
Source: Song of the Shirt
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The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me.
Topic: Lilies
Source: Flowers
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For my part getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.
Topic: Lying
Source: Morning Meditations
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But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind?.
Topic: Miscellaneous
Source: None
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One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!
Topic: Misfortune
Source: Bridge of Sighs
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Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so fair!
Topic: Misfortune
Source: Bridge of Sighs
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The moon, the moon, so silver and cold,
Her fickle temper has oft been told,
Now shade--now bright and sunny--
But of all the lunar things that change,
The one that shows most fickle and strange,
And takes the most eccentric range,
Is the moon--so called--of honey!
Topic: Moon
Source: Miss Milmansegg--Her Honeymoon
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Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go
Over those hoary crests, divinely led!
Art thou that huntress of the silver bow
Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread
Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below,
Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow,
Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?
Topic: Moon
Source: Ode to the Moon
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At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Topic: Night
Source: Miss Kilmansegg and her precious Leg
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Well, something must be done for May,
The time is drawing nigh--
To figure in the Catalogue,
And woo the public eye.
Something I must invent and paint;
But oh my wit is not
Like one of those kind substantives
That answer Who and What?
Topic: Painting
Source: The Painter Puzzled
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Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
Near a whole city full,
Home had she none.
Topic: Philanthropy
Source: The Bridge of Sighs
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'Tis strange how like a very dunce,
Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he
Has had, till lately, of Phrenology--
A science that by simple dint of
Head-combing he should find a hint of,
When scratching o'er those little pole-hills
The faculties throw up like mole hills.
Topic: Phrenology
Source: Craniology
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Poor Peggy hawks nosegays from street to street
Till--think of that who find life so sweet!--
She hates the smell of roses!
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg
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Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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A greater liar than the Parthians.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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A hungry stomach rarely despises rough food.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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A man of refined taste and judgment.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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A man perfect to the finger tips.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Miss Kilmansegg--Her Moral
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