Thomas Hood

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“Who hath not felt that breath in the air,
A perfume and freshness strange and rare,
A warmth in the light, and a bliss everywhere,
When young hearts yearn together

Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,
Turning a spirit as he nears the sky
His voice is heard, but body there is none To fix the vague excursions of the eye
So, poets' songs are with us, tho' they die Obscured, and hid by deat...

A poor old king, with sorrow for my crown,
Throned upon straw, and mantled with the wind— For pity, my own tears have made me blind That I might never see my children's frown;
And, may be, madness, like a friend, has thrown A folded fill...

No sun--no moon
No morn--no noon
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--No sky--no earthly view--No distance looking blue--No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--No end to any Row--No indications where the Crescents ...

Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, That was a lady's maid
But as they fetch'd a walk one day, They met a press-gang crew; And Sally she did faint away, Whilst Ben he was brought to

Unfathomable Night
how dost thou sweep Over the flooded earth, and darkly hide The mighty city under thy full tide;
Making a silent palace for old Sleep,
Like his own temple under the hush'd deep,

O saw ye not fair Ines
She’s gone into the West,
To dazzle when the sun is down,  And rob the world of rest:
She took our daylight with her,  The smiles that we love best,

Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold

It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
That sometime these bright stars, that now reply In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night; That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite,

Ben Battle was a soldier bold,
And used to war's alarms;
But a cannon-ball took off his legs,
So he laid down his arms

I remember,
I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn;