The Humorous Poetry of the English Language, from Chaucer to SaxeHoughton Mifflin, 1884 - 689 strán (strany) |
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... happy satirical verse . The reader will not be annoyed by an impertinent superfluity of notes . At the end of the volume may be found a list of the sources from which its contents have been taken . For the conve- nience of those who ...
... happy satirical verse . The reader will not be annoyed by an impertinent superfluity of notes . At the end of the volume may be found a list of the sources from which its contents have been taken . For the conve- nience of those who ...
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... Happy Address to the Toothache . The Pig · · Snuff Burns 66 Southey 66 • . 22 . 24 25 • 26 28 • Farewell to Tobacco Lamb 29 Written after swimming from Sestos to Aby- dos Byron 33 The Lisbon Packet . 66 34 To Fanny Moore 36 Young Jessie ...
... Happy Address to the Toothache . The Pig · · Snuff Burns 66 Southey 66 • . 22 . 24 25 • 26 28 • Farewell to Tobacco Lamb 29 Written after swimming from Sestos to Aby- dos Byron 33 The Lisbon Packet . 66 34 To Fanny Moore 36 Young Jessie ...
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... Happy to find thyself alive , no doubt- Now turnest - on the table making rings , Now crawling , forming a wet track , Now shaking the rich liquor from thy back , Now fluttering nectar from thy silken wings . Now standing on thy head ...
... Happy to find thyself alive , no doubt- Now turnest - on the table making rings , Now crawling , forming a wet track , Now shaking the rich liquor from thy back , Now fluttering nectar from thy silken wings . Now standing on thy head ...
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... HAPPY . " MAN may be happy , if he will : " PETER FINDAR I've said it often , and I think so still ; Doctrine to make the million stare ! Know then , each mortal is an actual Jove ; Can brew what weather he shall most approve , Or wind ...
... HAPPY . " MAN may be happy , if he will : " PETER FINDAR I've said it often , and I think so still ; Doctrine to make the million stare ! Know then , each mortal is an actual Jove ; Can brew what weather he shall most approve , Or wind ...
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... happy than his son ? That manhood's mirth ? -0 , go thy ways To Drury - lane when plays , And see how forced our fun ! Thy taws are brave ! -thy tops are rare ! - Our tops are spun with coils of care , Our dumps are no delight ! - The ...
... happy than his son ? That manhood's mirth ? -0 , go thy ways To Drury - lane when plays , And see how forced our fun ! Thy taws are brave ! -thy tops are rare ! - Our tops are spun with coils of care , Our dumps are no delight ! - The ...
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The Humorous Poetry of the English Language, from Chaucer to Saxe James Parton Úplné zobrazenie - 1884 |
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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