The Book of Humorous Poetry: With IllustrationsW. P. Nimmo, 1875 - 464 strán (strany) |
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... Courtier ( The ) . Old Grimes On lending a Punch - Bowl On the Death of a Favourite Cat On the Oxford Carrier Origin of Printer's Devil • John Gay , Albert G. Greene , • 40 • 267 a 236 325 37 44 W. A. Butler , • 157 Charles Lamb , • 453 ...
... Courtier ( The ) . Old Grimes On lending a Punch - Bowl On the Death of a Favourite Cat On the Oxford Carrier Origin of Printer's Devil • John Gay , Albert G. Greene , • 40 • 267 a 236 325 37 44 W. A. Butler , • 157 Charles Lamb , • 453 ...
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... courtier's out of place— Portending some disaster ; John's countenance as rueful look'd , and grim , As if th ' Apothecary had physick'd him , And not his master . ' Well , how's the patient ? ' Bolus said . John shook his head ...
... courtier's out of place— Portending some disaster ; John's countenance as rueful look'd , and grim , As if th ' Apothecary had physick'd him , And not his master . ' Well , how's the patient ? ' Bolus said . John shook his head ...
Strana 70
... courtier void The worm that never dies . Thou only canst our fate adjourn Some few short years , no more ; E'en Button's wits to worms shall turn , Who maggots were before . SURNAMES . By James Smith , one of the Authors of The Rejected ...
... courtier void The worm that never dies . Thou only canst our fate adjourn Some few short years , no more ; E'en Button's wits to worms shall turn , Who maggots were before . SURNAMES . By James Smith , one of the Authors of The Rejected ...
Strana 106
... courtier - roarest ' Lies , Lies , Lies ! ' Do , for a moment , stop thy cries- I tell thee , roaring infidel , ' tis true . Why should it not be true ? the greatest men May ask a foolish question now and then- This is the language of ...
... courtier - roarest ' Lies , Lies , Lies ! ' Do , for a moment , stop thy cries- I tell thee , roaring infidel , ' tis true . Why should it not be true ? the greatest men May ask a foolish question now and then- This is the language of ...
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... courtier , etc. With an old hall , hung about with pikes , guns , and bows , With old swords and bucklers , that had borne many shrewd blows ; And an old frieze coat , to cover his worship's trunk hose ; And a cup of old sherry , to ...
... courtier , etc. With an old hall , hung about with pikes , guns , and bows , With old swords and bucklers , that had borne many shrewd blows ; And an old frieze coat , to cover his worship's trunk hose ; And a cup of old sherry , to ...
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Strana 389 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood : Though I go bare, take ye no care ; I nothing am a-cold : I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old.
Strana 435 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig '. Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace 10 To occupy my place.
Strana 219 - He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of whitewood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Strana 221 - Fifty-five! This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson. Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text, Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the -Moses - was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill.
Strana 195 - Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; — The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Strana 195 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Strana 310 - Fluttering spread thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart: I a slave in thy dominions; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming All beneath yon flowery rocks.
Strana 146 - Cross, hard by the way, Where we (thou know'st) do sell our hay, There is a house with stairs; And there did I see coming down Such folk as are not in our town, Forty at least, in pairs.
Strana 439 - Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
Strana 129 - The Cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among ; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and ringing, Eddying and whisking. Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting, Around and around With endless rebound : Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in ; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.