Poems of wit and humourMacmillan, 1897 |
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Pagina xi
... MISS 235 THE FORLORN SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT An Unpub- - lished Poem , from Sydney 245 · LIEUTENANT Luff MORNING MEDITATIONS . A PLAIN DIRECTION THE ASSISTANT DRAPERS ' PETITION THE BACHELOR'S DREAM 247 249 • 251 255 257 RURAL FELICITY 260 ...
... MISS 235 THE FORLORN SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT An Unpub- - lished Poem , from Sydney 245 · LIEUTENANT Luff MORNING MEDITATIONS . A PLAIN DIRECTION THE ASSISTANT DRAPERS ' PETITION THE BACHELOR'S DREAM 247 249 • 251 255 257 RURAL FELICITY 260 ...
Pagina 11
... Miss Nancy Dawson on her bed of straw— To make Long Sal sew up the endless breach She made in manners - to write heaven's own law On hearts of granite . - Nay , how hard to preach , In cells , that are not memory's - to draw The moral ...
... Miss Nancy Dawson on her bed of straw— To make Long Sal sew up the endless breach She made in manners - to write heaven's own law On hearts of granite . - Nay , how hard to preach , In cells , that are not memory's - to draw The moral ...
Pagina 21
... Miss Biffin's posthumous prosperity , Her poor brown crumpled mummy ( nothing more ) Bearing the name she bore , A thing Time's tooth is tempted to destroy ! But Roys can never die — why else , in verity , Is Paris echoing with Vive le ...
... Miss Biffin's posthumous prosperity , Her poor brown crumpled mummy ( nothing more ) Bearing the name she bore , A thing Time's tooth is tempted to destroy ! But Roys can never die — why else , in verity , Is Paris echoing with Vive le ...
Pagina 26
... miss of thee ! III Thou didst not preach to make us wise- Thou hadst no finger in our schooling- Thou didst not " lure us to the skies " . Thy simple , simple trade was - Fooling ! And yet , Heav'n knows ! we could — we can Much ...
... miss of thee ! III Thou didst not preach to make us wise- Thou hadst no finger in our schooling- Thou didst not " lure us to the skies " . Thy simple , simple trade was - Fooling ! And yet , Heav'n knows ! we could — we can Much ...
Pagina 27
... miss'd The kissing - crust that he had kiss'd ! IX Ah , where is now thy rolling head ! Thy winking , reeling , drunken eyes , ( As old Catullus would have said ) , Thy oven - mouth , that swallow'd pies- Enormous hunger - monstrous ...
... miss'd The kissing - crust that he had kiss'd ! IX Ah , where is now thy rolling head ! Thy winking , reeling , drunken eyes , ( As old Catullus would have said ) , Thy oven - mouth , that swallow'd pies- Enormous hunger - monstrous ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALFRED AINGER began birds blood breast brown call'd clouds course cried Crooked Lane d'ye think Dame dark dead deaf dear Doctor Jones ev'ry eyes face fair fancy folks gone grave green Grundy hand hang hast hath head hear heard heart Hood's horn horrid horse huckaback Huggins Hunks hunt Hyæna John Huggins knew Lady Lady Morgan legs live look look'd Lord lullaby Miss mother mouth Nelly Gray never Newgate night nose o'er Oh Peace Old Bailey once pearlash Peter Stone POEMS poor round the Square Sally Sally Brown seem'd sight song sort soul sound stood Sunday sure sweet tell thee There's thing Thomas Hood THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON thou thought thro tongue took town Trumpet turn turn'd Twas vols walk washing Whilst William dear Zounds
Populaire passages
Pagina 226 - Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose !) Balmy and breathing music like the South, ( He really brings my heart into my mouth !) Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as its star, (I wish that window had an iron bar !) Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the dove, — • (I'll tell you what, my love, I cannot write, unless he's sent above !) nr. A SERENADE.
Pagina 225 - Thou little tricksy Puck! With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door ! the door ! he'll tumble down the stair '.) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire !) Thou imp of mirth and joy!
Pagina 80 - But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off! "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? The love that loves a scarlet coat, Should be more uniform!
Pagina 79 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms ; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot...
Pagina 61 - So when they'd made their game of her, And taken off her elf, She roused, and found she only was A coming to herself. " And is he gone, and is he gone ? " She cried, and wept outright : " Then I will to the water side, And see him out of sight.
Pagina 336 - Gardens ! lock the latticed gate ! Refuse the shilling and the Fellow's ticket ! And hang a wooden notice up to state, " On Sundays no admittance at this wicket...
Pagina 258 - What d'ye think of that, my Cat ? What d'ye think of that, my Dog ? The mother brought a pretty Poll — A monkey too, — what work he made ! The sister introduced a Beau — My Susan brought a favourite maid.
Pagina 225 - With pure heart newly stamp'd from Nature's mint— (Where did he learn that squint ?) Thou young domestic dove ! (He'll have that jug off, with another shove !) Dear nursling of the hymeneal nest!
Pagina 304 - Those joyous hours are passed away; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone — That tuneful peal will still ring on; While...
Pagina 306 - What heads for painters' easels ! Come here and kiss the infant, dears — (And give it p'rhaps the measles !) "Your charming boys I see are home From Reverend Mr. Russell's ; 'Twos very kind to bring them both— (What boots for my new Brussels !) " What ! little Clara left at home ? Well now I call that shabby : I should have loved to kiss her so — (A flabby, dabby, babby !) "And Mr.