The Humorous Poetry of the English Language, from Chaucer to SaxeHoughton Mifflin, 1884 - 689 strán (strany) |
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... hand . The alleged cicles of the Fair have given occasion to libraries of comic verse ; yet , with diligent search , no humorous poems by women have been found which are of merit sufficient to give them claim to a place in a collec ...
... hand . The alleged cicles of the Fair have given occasion to libraries of comic verse ; yet , with diligent search , no humorous poems by women have been found which are of merit sufficient to give them claim to a place in a collec ...
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... hand , The beasts , the draught of Circe can't withstand , But in goes every nose - they must , will sup . Mad are ... hands Much as to say , " I'm glad I'm here again . " And well mayest thou rejoice - ' tis very plain , That near wert ...
... hand , The beasts , the draught of Circe can't withstand , But in goes every nose - they must , will sup . Mad are ... hands Much as to say , " I'm glad I'm here again . " And well mayest thou rejoice - ' tis very plain , That near wert ...
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... hand . Again . Thon say'st The pig is ugly . Jacob , look at him ! Those eyes have taught the lover flattery . His face , . . nay , Jacob ! Jacob ! were it fair To judge a lady in her dishabille ? Fancy it dressed , and with saltpeter ...
... hand . Again . Thon say'st The pig is ugly . Jacob , look at him ! Those eyes have taught the lover flattery . His face , . . nay , Jacob ! Jacob ! were it fair To judge a lady in her dishabille ? Fancy it dressed , and with saltpeter ...
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... hand , you jolly tar , you ! Here's a rope's end for the dogs . Hobhouse muttering fearful curses , As the hatchway down he rolls , Now his breakfast , now his verses , Vomits forth - and damns our souls . " Here's a stanza On Braganza ...
... hand , you jolly tar , you ! Here's a rope's end for the dogs . Hobhouse muttering fearful curses , As the hatchway down he rolls , Now his breakfast , now his verses , Vomits forth - and damns our souls . " Here's a stanza On Braganza ...
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... hand hath worn ; That seal which oft , in moments blest , Thou hast upon my lip imprest , And sworn its dewy spring should be A fountain seal'd for only thee ! Take , take them back , the gift and vow , All sullied , lost , and hateful ...
... hand hath worn ; That seal which oft , in moments blest , Thou hast upon my lip imprest , And sworn its dewy spring should be A fountain seal'd for only thee ! Take , take them back , the gift and vow , All sullied , lost , and hateful ...
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The Humorous Poetry of the English Language, from Chaucer to Saxe James Parton Úplné zobrazenie - 1884 |
The Humorous Poetry of the English Language: From Chaucer to Saxe James Parton Úplné zobrazenie - 1863 |
The Humorous Poetry of the English Language, from Chaucer to Saxe James Parton Úplné zobrazenie - 1860 |
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behold Beignet Blogg boys Brentford charms church Cock cried d'ye DEAN SWIFT dear delight Devil dish divine Dolly e'er EPIGRAMS eyes face fair fancy fear give grace hair hand happy HARRIS BARHAM hast hath head hear heard heart heaven JAMES TAYLOR king lady Lille long-tail'd coat look look'd Lord ma'am maid MATTHEW PRIOR mind Miserable sinners moral morning Muse N. P. WILLIS ne'er never Nick night niversity nose numbers o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once PETER PINDAR PINDAR poet poor pray 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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Strana 240 - 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 316 - Our love was like most other loves, — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And "Fly Not Yet," upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted; A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted.
Strana 98 - 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.
Strana 357 - 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 341 - They braced my aunt against a board, To make her straight and tall; They laced her up, they starved her down, To make her light and small ; They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, They screwed it up with pins...
Strana 54 - And he was kind, and loved to sit In the low hut or garnished cottage, And praise the farmer's homely wit, And share the widow's homelier pottage: At his approach complaint grew mild; And when his hand unbarred the shutter, The clammy lips of fever smiled The welcome which they could not utter.
Strana 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,...
Strana 590 - 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!
Strana 381 - Suppose a secretary o' this isle, Just to be doing with a while ; Admiral, gen'ral, judge, or bishop ; Or I can foreign treaties dish up, If the good genius of the nation Should call me to negotiation ; Tuscan and French are in my head ; Latin I write, and Greek I read. If you should ask, what pleases best ? To get the most, and do the least ; What fittest for ?- you know, I'm sure, I'm fittest for a sinecure.
Strana 533 - 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