Poems of wit and humourMacmillan, 1897 |
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Pagina 10
... stand in The Evil presence ? You and I know , then , How all the party colours will begin To part - the Pittite hues will sadden there , Whereas the Foxite shades will all show fair ! VI Witness their goodly labours one by one ! Russet ...
... stand in The Evil presence ? You and I know , then , How all the party colours will begin To part - the Pittite hues will sadden there , Whereas the Foxite shades will all show fair ! VI Witness their goodly labours one by one ! Russet ...
Pagina 21
... stand ! X I like thy Landlord's Tales ! —I like that Idol Of love and Lammermoor - the blue - eyed maid That led to church the mounted cavalcade , And then pull'd up with such a bloody bridal ! Throwing equestrian Hymen on his haunches ...
... stand ! X I like thy Landlord's Tales ! —I like that Idol Of love and Lammermoor - the blue - eyed maid That led to church the mounted cavalcade , And then pull'd up with such a bloody bridal ! Throwing equestrian Hymen on his haunches ...
Pagina 30
... stand still , or your steam without danger- If your suds will not cool , and a mere simple stranger , Both to you and to washing , may put in a rub , — O wipe out your Amazon arms from the tub , - And lend me your ear , -Let me modestly ...
... stand still , or your steam without danger- If your suds will not cool , and a mere simple stranger , Both to you and to washing , may put in a rub , — O wipe out your Amazon arms from the tub , - And lend me your ear , -Let me modestly ...
Pagina 32
... stands , Instead of a counterpane wringing her hands ! All haggard and pinch'd , going down in life's vale , With no faggot for burning , like Allan - a - dale ! No smoke from her flue - and no steam from her pane , There once she watch ...
... stands , Instead of a counterpane wringing her hands ! All haggard and pinch'd , going down in life's vale , With no faggot for burning , like Allan - a - dale ! No smoke from her flue - and no steam from her pane , There once she watch ...
Pagina 47
... Standing like Fortune , -on the jack - thy wheel . ( Thou art , like Fortune , full of chops and changes , Thou hast a fillet too before thine eye ! ) Scanning our kitchen , and our vocal ranges , As tho ' it were the same to sing or ...
... Standing like Fortune , -on the jack - thy wheel . ( Thou art , like Fortune , full of chops and changes , Thou hast a fillet too before thine eye ! ) Scanning our kitchen , and our vocal ranges , As tho ' it were the same to sing or ...
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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.