The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood Volume N . 1; With Some Account of the Author (Paperback)

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. 1868 Excerpt: ...heads with a human-like shame; The elephant hid in the boughs, and the bear Shed over his eyes the dark veil of his hair; And the womanly soul turning sick with disgust, Tried to vomit herself from her serpentine crust; While all groan'd their groans into one at their lot, As I brought them the image of what they were not. Then rose a wild sound of the human voice choaking Through vile brutal organs--low tremulous croaking; Cries swallow'd abruptly--deep animal tones Attuned to strange passion, and full-utter'd groans; All shuddering weaker, till hush'd in a pause Of tongues in mute motion and wide-yawning jaws; And I guess'd that those horrors were meant to tell o'er The tale of their woes; but the silence told more That writhed on their tongues; and I knelt on the sod, And pray'd with my voice to the cloud-stirring God, For the sad congregation of supplicants there, That upturn'd to his heaven brute faces of prayer; And I ceased, and they utter'd a moaning so deep, That I wept for my heart-ease, --but they could not weep, And gazed with red eyeballs, all wistfully dry, At the comfort of tears in a stag's human eye. Then I motion'd them round, and, to soothe their distress, I caress'd, and they bent them to meet my caress, Their necks to my arm, and their heads to my palm, And with poor grateful eyes suffer'd meekly and calm Those tokens of kindness, withheld by hard fate From returns that might chill the warm pity to hate; So they passively bow'd--save the serpent, that leapt To my breast like a sister, and pressingly crept In embrace of my neck, and with close kisses blister'd My lips in rash love, --then drew backward, and glister'd Her eyes in my face, and loud hissing affright, Dropt down, and swift started away from my sight This sorrow was theirs, bu...