Thomas Hood

Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so read more

Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so fair!

At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
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With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread.

A man of refined taste and judgment.

A man of refined taste and judgment.

Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!