Poems of wit and humourMacmillan, 1897 |
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Pagina 31
... once a day , like the great white sea bear , With her hands like a sponge , and her head like a mop— Quite a living absorbent that revell'd in slop— She that paddled in water , must walk upon sand , And sigh for her deeps like a turtle ...
... once a day , like the great white sea bear , With her hands like a sponge , and her head like a mop— Quite a living absorbent that revell'd in slop— She that paddled in water , must walk upon sand , And sigh for her deeps like a turtle ...
Pagina 32
... once she watch'd heaven , fearing God and the rain- Or gaz'd o'er her bleach - field so fairly engross'd , Till the lines wander'd idle from pillar to post ! Ah , where are the playful young pinners - ah , where The harlequin quilts ...
... once she watch'd heaven , fearing God and the rain- Or gaz'd o'er her bleach - field so fairly engross'd , Till the lines wander'd idle from pillar to post ! Ah , where are the playful young pinners - ah , where The harlequin quilts ...
Pagina 49
... once a month , came Campbell and discuss'd His own- -and thy own— Magazine of Taste " - There Wilberforce the Just Came , in his old black suit , till once he trac'd Thy sly advice to Poachers of Black Folks , That " do not break their ...
... once a month , came Campbell and discuss'd His own- -and thy own— Magazine of Taste " - There Wilberforce the Just Came , in his old black suit , till once he trac'd Thy sly advice to Poachers of Black Folks , That " do not break their ...
Pagina 54
... all yelling for gore , A hundred hounds pursuing at once , And a panting hart before , Till he sunk down at the gallows ' foot , And there his haunches they tore ! XV His haunches they tore , without a horn To 54 THE LAST MAN.
... all yelling for gore , A hundred hounds pursuing at once , And a panting hart before , Till he sunk down at the gallows ' foot , And there his haunches they tore ! XV His haunches they tore , without a horn To 54 THE LAST MAN.
Pagina 69
... once more unto the breach , " Outside and in , tho ' broke , yet so he mendeth each . 66 III And in the midst a little door there is , Whereon a board that doth congratulate With painted letters , red as blood I wis , Thus written ...
... once more unto the breach , " Outside and in , tho ' broke , yet so he mendeth each . 66 III And in the midst a little door there is , Whereon a board that doth congratulate With painted letters , red as blood I wis , Thus written ...
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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.