There's Bardus, a six-foot column of fop, A lighthouse without any light atop.
Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)
Source: Miss Kilmansegg. Her First Step
Contributed by: Zaady
A man that 's fond precociously of stirring Must be a spoon.
Source: Morning Meditations.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Source: Ode to Melancholy.
Another tumble! That 's his precious nose!
Source: Parental Ode to my Infant Son.
Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.
Source: The Season.
Even God's providence Seeming estrang'd.
Source: The Bridge of Sighs.
When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!
Source: A Reflection
No solemn sanctimonious face I pull, Nor think I 'm pious when I 'm only bilious; Nor study in my sanctum supercilious, To frame a Sabbath Bill or forge a Bull.
Source: Ode to Rae Wilson.
Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
Source: The Lady's Dream
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