The Cabinet of Momus: A Choice Selection of Humorous Poems

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R. Desilver, 1827 - 136 strán (strany)
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Strana 107 - But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind does an ash tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below. A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne...
Strana 111 - 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...
Strana 107 - And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.
Strana 108 - quoth he, " For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life. " Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been ? For an if she have, I'll venture my life She has drank of the Well of St Keyne.
Strana 112 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Strana 5 - As in a maze he stood to gaze, The truth can't be denied, Sir, He spied a score of Kegs or more, Come floating down the tide, Sir. A sailor, too, in jerkin blue, The strange appearance viewing, First damn'd his eyes, in great surprise, Then said,
Strana 7 - A hundred men with each a pen, Or more upon my word, sir, It is most true would be too few, Their valor to record, sir.
Strana iv - His muzzle, formed of opposition stuff, Firm as a Foxite, would not lose its ruff; So kept it, laughing at the steel and suds. Hodge, in a passion, stretched his angry jaws, Vowing the direst vengeance, with clenched claws, On the vile cheat that sold the goods. " Razors ! A mean, confounded dog ! Not fit to scrape a hog...

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