Straight down the crooked lane, And all round the square.
Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)
Source: A Plain Direction.
Contributed by: Zaady
Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Source: The Bridge of Sighs.
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.
Source: All round my Hat.
Thus she stood amid the stooks, Praising God with sweetest looks.
We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
Source: The Death-Bed.
When he is forsaken, Wither'd and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
Source: Spring it is cheery.
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread,- Stitch! stitch! stitch!
Source: The Song of the Shirt.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
Source: A Table of Errata.
One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death.
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