File:The poetical works of Thomas Hood (1880) (14790568163).jpg

Identifier: poeticalworksoft1880hood (find matches)
Title: The poetical works of Thomas Hood
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Hood, Thomas, 1799-1845
Subjects:
Publisher: London New York : George Routledge
Contributing Library: University of Connecticut Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS members and Sloan Foundation

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
urse of an old bas-relief,Where Tragedy pursues her progress pale,Brood here awhile upon that sea-maids grief,And take a deeper imprint from the friezeOf that young Fate, with Death upon her knees. XCVIII. Then whilst the melancholy muse withalResumes her music in a sadder tone,Meanwhile the sunbeam strikes upon the wall,Conceive that lovely siren to live on,Evn as Hope whispered, the Promethean lightWould kindle up the dead Leanders sprite. XCIX. Tis light, she says, that feeds the glittering stars,And those were stars set in his heavenly brow,But this salt cloud, this cold sea-vapour, marsTheir radiant breathing, and obscures them now,Therefore Ill lay him in the clear blue air,And see how these dull orbs will kindle there. c. Swiftly as dolphins glide, or swifter yet,With dead Leander in her fond arms fold,She cleaves the meshes of that radiant net,The sun hath twined above of liquid gold,Nor slacks, till on the margin of the land,She lays his body on the glowing sand. <Y- &
Text Appearing After Image:
HERO AND LEANDER. ■ And sometimes pauses in her own complaintsTo list his breathing, but there is not any. P. 47. ■&■ ♦ HERO AND LEANDER. 47 CI. There, like a pearly waif, just past the reachOf foamy billows he lies cast. Just then,Some listless fishers, straying down the beach,Spy out this wonder. Thence the curious men,Low crouching, creep into a thicket brake,And watch her doings till their rude hearts ache. en. First she begins to chafe him till she faints, Then falls upon his mouth with kisses many, And sometimes pauses in her own complaints To list his breathing, but there is not any,— Then looks into his eyes where no light dwells, Light makes no pictures in such muddy wells. cm.The hot sun parches his discovered eyes,The hot sun beats on his discoloured limbs,The sand is oozy whereupon he lies,Soiling his fairness ; then away she swims,Meaning to gather him a daintier bed,Plucking the cool fresh weeds, brown, green, and red. civ.But, simple-witted thief, while sh

Note About Images