Thomas Hood

For my part getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.

For my part getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.

Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.

Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.

Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.

Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.

Whoe'er has gone thro' London street,
Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat,
And how he read more

Whoe'er has gone thro' London street,
Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat,
And how he keeps
Gloating upon a sheep's
Or bullock's personals, as if his own;
How he admires his halves
And quarters--and his calves,
As if in truth upon his own legs grown.

A man perfect to the finger tips.

A man perfect to the finger tips.