Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

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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. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
2. The World Is with Me
3. Sonnet (By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts)
4. Lines on Seeing My Wife and Two Children Sleeping in the Same Chamber
5. The Departure of Summer

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