| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Thomas Hood. (17991845) (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 youre 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 days 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 wars 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. |
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