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THOMAS HOOD
No courtier this, and nought to courts he owed,
Fawned not on thrones, hymned not the great and callous,
Yet, in one strain, that few remember, showed
He had the password to King Oberon's palace.
Fawned not on thrones, hymned not the great and callous,
Yet, in one strain, that few remember, showed
He had the password to King Oberon's palace.
And seeing a London seamstress's grey fate,
He of a human heartstring made a thread,
And stitched him such a royal robe of state
That Eastern kings are poorlier habited.
He of a human heartstring made a thread,
And stitched him such a royal robe of state
That Eastern kings are poorlier habited.
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He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes;
He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free.
He saw her fallen; and wrote “The Bridge of Sighs”;
And on it crossed to immortality.
He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free.
He saw her fallen; and wrote “The Bridge of Sighs”;
And on it crossed to immortality.
1915
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