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Crosland Thomas William Hodgson

Born in July 21, 1865 / Died in December 23, 1924 / United Kingdom / English

Crosland Thomas William Hodgson poet from United Kingdom was born on July 21, 1865, had 59 years and died on December 23, 1924. Poems were written mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other.

Top ten poems Crosland Thomas William Hodgson

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Antarctic

... glory let our lives be spent --We may be noble in the MinoriesAnd die for England in the Camden Road ...

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The Baby in the Ward

... ppermint, nurse!The Tumour said he'd "tell the manager,"The Dropsy mumbled forth his bitterest curse ...

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Charing Cross

... okes the Aneurism,The little bandaged boy in Number SixSings "Ye shall die" with a voice like a lark ...

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The Eagle

... absurd!Poor, captive, draggled, downcast lord of the air!"Steadfast in his despair,He doth not rage ...

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The Good Conceit

... it I mean to hold till life be done,And every year I stay in it Finds, and shall find me, tugging on ...

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Killed

... swineAcross the pretty river Rhine,Maybe he'll bide where he was spentAnd lie down happy and content ...

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Marching On

... Lilies and snows of whiteness, And wings of gold that beatFor ever and for ever Before the Paraclete ...

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Recipe

... CHIDDEN still murmurs,SLAPPED and RAPPED complain,HURT, with a thousand tongues,Whines out his pain ...

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The Rhyme of the Beast

... tar, nor the tomb, Nor the Sufferer on the Tree,Nor the babe within the womb Shall be sacred unto me ...

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Slain

... , Triumphed and died!Yea, it is very sweet And decorousThe omnipotent Shade to meet And flatter thus ...

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