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English Poetry. Thomas Hood. False Poets and True. Томас Гуд (Худ).

Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

False Poets and True


Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,
Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!
His voice is heard, but body there is none
To fix the vague excursions of the eye.
So, poets' songs are with us, tho' they die
Obscured, and hid by death's oblivious shroud,
And Earth inherits the rich melody
Like raining music from the morning cloud.
Yet, few there be who pipe so sweet and loud
Their voices reach us through the lapse of space:
The noisy day is deafen'd by a crowd
Of undistinguished birds, a twittering race;
But only lark and nightingale forlorn
Fill up the silences of night and morn.

Thomas Hood’s other poems:

  1. To My Daughter on Her Birthday
  2. Sonnet (By ev’ry sweet tradition of true hearts)
  3. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
  4. Sonnet for the 14th of February
  5. The Two Swans

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