The Humorous Poetry of the English Language: From Chaucer to Saxe ...Mason Brothers, 1857 - Всего страниц: 689 |
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... quit this tempting lattice . Sure aim takes Cupid , fluttering foe , Across a street so narrow ; A thread of silk to string his bow , A needle for his arrow ! 71 NARRATIVE . NARRATIVE . TAKE THY OLD CLOAK ABOUT THEE MISCELLANEOUS .
... quit this tempting lattice . Sure aim takes Cupid , fluttering foe , Across a street so narrow ; A thread of silk to string his bow , A needle for his arrow ! 71 NARRATIVE . NARRATIVE . TAKE THY OLD CLOAK ABOUT THEE MISCELLANEOUS .
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... sure , is cheaply bought , And richly worth a slice of cheese . " THE PIG AND MAGPIE . COCKING his tail , a saucy prig , A Magpie hopped upon a Pig , PETER PINDAR . To pull some hair , forsooth , to line his nest ; And with such ease ...
... sure , is cheaply bought , And richly worth a slice of cheese . " THE PIG AND MAGPIE . COCKING his tail , a saucy prig , A Magpie hopped upon a Pig , PETER PINDAR . To pull some hair , forsooth , to line his nest ; And with such ease ...
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... Sure ! you're a most incurious soul— Why - we can see the church another day ; Don't be afraid - St . Paul's can't run away . " Reader , If e'er thy bosom felt a thought sublime , Drop tears of pity with the man of rhyme ! THE PILGRIMS ...
... Sure ! you're a most incurious soul— Why - we can see the church another day ; Don't be afraid - St . Paul's can't run away . " Reader , If e'er thy bosom felt a thought sublime , Drop tears of pity with the man of rhyme ! THE PILGRIMS ...
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... sure to die at home ; Or if she thought , that , somehow or another , Queen - Regent sounded better than Queen - Mother ; But , says the Chronicle ( who will go look it ? ) That such was her advice - the Sultaun took it . All are on ...
... sure to die at home ; Or if she thought , that , somehow or another , Queen - Regent sounded better than Queen - Mother ; But , says the Chronicle ( who will go look it ? ) That such was her advice - the Sultaun took it . All are on ...
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... sure to jog on . " But others who gabbled a jargon half Gaelic , Exclaim'd , " Hoot awa , mon , you're a ' gane astray " — And declared that " whoe'er might prefer the metallic , They'd shoe their own donkeys with papier mache ...
... sure to jog on . " But others who gabbled a jargon half Gaelic , Exclaim'd , " Hoot awa , mon , you're a ' gane astray " — And declared that " whoe'er might prefer the metallic , They'd shoe their own donkeys with papier mache ...
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behold Beignet Blogg boys Brentford charming church cried d'ye DEAN SWIFT dear delight Devil divine Dolly dost e'er EPIGRAMS eyes face fair fancy fear FRIEND OF HUMANITY give grace hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven JAMES TAYLOR king lady Lille long-tail'd coat look look'd Lord Lord Byron ma'am maid majesty MATTHEW PRIOR mind Miserable sinners morning Muse N. P. WILLIS ne'er never Nick night niversity nose numbers o'er once PETER PINDAR PINDAR poet poor pray prayer pretty Prince Prince Bishop Pryce PUNCH quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round Saint scarce seem'd sigh sing smile song soon soul Sultaun swear sweet tell thee there's thet thing THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou thought town turn'd verger Whitbread wife young Zounds
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Стр. 240 - So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
Стр. 31 - Twas but in a sort I blamed thee: None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies doth so strike, They borrow language of dislike; And, instead of Dearest Miss...
Стр. 422 - 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...
Стр. 383 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, Sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,' This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishStocks for a vagrant.
Стр. 317 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. _*• Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person,...
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Стр. 314 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.
Стр. 531 - Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs: But here or there, turn wood or wire, He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
Стр. 96 - The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet and emerald eyes, She saw, and purred applause.
Стр. 52 - IN tattered old slippers that toast at the bars, And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars, Away from the world and its toils and its cares, I've a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs. To mount to this realm is a toil, to be sure, But the fire there is bright and the air rather pure ; And the view I behold on a sunshiny day Is grand through the chimney-pots over the way. This snug little chamber is...