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.

The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me.

The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me.

A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.

A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.

She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of read more

She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!