John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Thomas Hood. (1799–1845) (continued) |
| 6087 |
| With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread,— Stitch! stitch! stitch! |
| The Son of the Shirt. |
| 6088 |
| O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you’re wearing out, But human creatures’ lives! 1 |
| The Son of the Shirt. |
| 6089 |
| Sewing at once a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt. |
| The Son of the Shirt. |
| 6090 |
| O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap! |
| The Son of the Shirt. |
| 6091 |
| No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief. |
| The Son of the Shirt. |
| 6092 |
| My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread. |
| The Son of the Shirt. |
| 6093 |
| A wife who preaches in her gown, And lectures in her night-dress. |
| The Surplice Question. |
| 6094 |
| I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. |
| Ode. Autumn. |
| 6095 |
| Peace and rest at length have come All the day’s long toil is past, And each heart is whispering, “Home, Home at last.” |
| Home at last. |
| 6096 |
| 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. |
| Faithless Nellie Gray. |
| 6097 |
| Pity it is to slay the meanest thing. |
| Plea of the Midsummer Fairies. |
| Note 1. See Scott, page 493. [back] |