Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

Verses Written In An Album

Far above the hollow
Tempest, and its moan,
Singeth bright Apollo
In his golden zone,—
Cloud doth never shade him,
Nor a storm invade him,
On his joyous throne.
So when I behold me
In an orb as bright,
How thy soul doth fold me
In its throne of light!
Sorrow never paineth,
Nor a care attaineth
To that blessed height. 

1. Allegory
2. Time of Roses
3. Lines On Seeing My Wife And Two Children Sleeping In The Same Chamber
4. A Retrospective Review
5. Sonnet On Receiving A Gift

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