Poems of wit and humourMacmillan, 1897 |
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Pagina 12
... sound remains ; You'll fret the fabric out before the stains ! XIII I like your chocolate , good Mistress Fry ! I like your cookery in every way ; I like your shrove - tide service and supply ; I like to hear your sweet Pandeans play ...
... sound remains ; You'll fret the fabric out before the stains ! XIII I like your chocolate , good Mistress Fry ! I like your cookery in every way ; I like your shrove - tide service and supply ; I like to hear your sweet Pandeans play ...
Pagina 45
... Sound of Lancaster ! XXXI O come away at any rate— Well hast thou earn'd a downier state- With all thy hardy peers— Good lack , thou must be glad to smell dock , And rub thy feet with opodeldock , After such frosty years . XXXII Mayhap ...
... Sound of Lancaster ! XXXI O come away at any rate— Well hast thou earn'd a downier state- With all thy hardy peers— Good lack , thou must be glad to smell dock , And rub thy feet with opodeldock , After such frosty years . XXXII Mayhap ...
Pagina 47
... sound , As Milton says , " in many a bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , " Whilst all thy tame stuff'd leopards listen'd round ! III Oh , rather thy whole proper length reveal , Standing like Fortune , -on the jack - thy wheel ...
... sound , As Milton says , " in many a bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , " Whilst all thy tame stuff'd leopards listen'd round ! III Oh , rather thy whole proper length reveal , Standing like Fortune , -on the jack - thy wheel ...
Pagina 69
... fate , In midst of sounds of Latin , French , and Greek , Which , all i ' the Irish tongue , he teacheth them to speak . IV For some are meant to right illegal wrongs , THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER 69 THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER.
... fate , In midst of sounds of Latin , French , and Greek , Which , all i ' the Irish tongue , he teacheth them to speak . IV For some are meant to right illegal wrongs , THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER 69 THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER.
Pagina 92
... sound- And was that ship a real ship whose tackle seem'd around ? A moon , as if the earthly moon , was shining up aloft ; But were those beams the very beams that I had seen so oft ? A face , that mock'd the human face , before me ...
... sound- And was that ship a real ship whose tackle seem'd around ? A moon , as if the earthly moon , was shining up aloft ; But were those beams the very beams that I had seen so oft ? A face , that mock'd the human face , before me ...
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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.