The works of Thomas Hood
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ...hieroglyphical call To a geographical Fancy Ball On the recent post-office covers. For if lion-hunters--and great ones too--Would mob a savage from Latakoo, Or squeeze for a glimpse of Prince...
MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ...hieroglyphical call To a geographical Fancy Ball On the recent post-office covers. For if lion-hunters--and great ones too--Would mob a savage from Latakoo, Or squeeze for a glimpse of Prince Le Boo, That unfortunate Sandwich scion--Hundreds of first-rate people, no doubt, Would gladly, madly, rush to a rout, That promised a Golden Lion! Jtjcr Jancj Mall. Of all the spirits of evil fame That hurt the soul or injure the frame, And poison what's honest and hearty, There 's none more needs a Mathew to preach A cooling, antiphlogistic speech, To praise and enforce A temperate course, Than the Evil Spirit of Party. Go to the House of Commons, or Lords, And they seem to be busy with simple words In their popular sense or pedantic--But, alas! with their cheers, and sneers, and jeers, They 're really busy, whatever appears, Putting peas in each other's ears, To drive their enemies frantic! Thus Tories lore to worry the Whigs, Who treat them in turn like Schwalbach pigs, Giving them lashes, thrashes, and digs, With their writhing and pain delighted--But after all that's said, and more, The malice and spite of Party are poor To the malice and spite of a party next door, To a party not invited. On with the cap and out with the light, Weariness bids the world good-night. At least for the usual season; But, hark! a clattei of horses' heels; And Sleep and Silence arc broken on wheels, Like Wilful Murder and Treason! Another crash--and the carriage goes--Again poor Weariness seeks the repose That Nature demands imperious; But Echo takes up the burden now, With a rattling chorus of row-de-dow-dow, Till Silence herself seems making a row, Like a Quaker gone delirious! 'T is night--a winter night--and the stars Are shining like winkin'--Venus and Mars Are rolling along in th...
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