The Humorous Poetry of the English Language: From Chaucer to Saxe ...Mason Brothers, 1857 - 689 strán (strany) |
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... saint or sinner , He found a stable for his steed , And welcome for himself , and dinner . If , when he reached his journey's end , And warmed himself in court or college , He had not gained an honest friend , And twenty curious scraps ...
... saint or sinner , He found a stable for his steed , And welcome for himself , and dinner . If , when he reached his journey's end , And warmed himself in court or college , He had not gained an honest friend , And twenty curious scraps ...
Strana 56
... saint , or the throne of a prince ; Saint FANNY , my patroness sweet I declare , The queen of my heart and my cane - bottomed chair . When the candles burn low , and the company's gone , In the silence of night as I sit here alone- I ...
... saint , or the throne of a prince ; Saint FANNY , my patroness sweet I declare , The queen of my heart and my cane - bottomed chair . When the candles burn low , and the company's gone , In the silence of night as I sit here alone- I ...
Strana 86
... saint - like eyes ; Talks very much , plays idle tricks , While rising stock * her conscience pricks ; When being , poor thing , extremely gravel'd , The secrets op'd , and all unravel'd . But on she will , and secrets tell Of John and ...
... saint - like eyes ; Talks very much , plays idle tricks , While rising stock * her conscience pricks ; When being , poor thing , extremely gravel'd , The secrets op'd , and all unravel'd . But on she will , and secrets tell Of John and ...
Strana 96
... been shot . One saw the Virgin soon - peccavi cried— Had his soul white - wash'd all so clever ; Then home again he nimbly hied , Made fit , with saints above , to live forever . In coming back , however , let me say , 96 NARRATIVE .
... been shot . One saw the Virgin soon - peccavi cried— Had his soul white - wash'd all so clever ; Then home again he nimbly hied , Made fit , with saints above , to live forever . In coming back , however , let me say , 96 NARRATIVE .
Strana 97
... saints devoutly bawling , While not a rascal comes to ease my woes ? " How is't that you can like a greyhound go , Merry , as if that naught had happen'd , burn ye ? " " Why , " cried the other , grinning , " you must know , That just ...
... saints devoutly bawling , While not a rascal comes to ease my woes ? " How is't that you can like a greyhound go , Merry , as if that naught had happen'd , burn ye ? " " Why , " cried the other , grinning , " you must know , That just ...
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The Humorous Poetry of the English Language: From Chaucer to Saxe ... James Parton Úplné zobrazenie - 1893 |
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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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Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
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 363 - That swill'd more liquor than it could contain, And like a drunkard gives it up again. Brisk Susan whips her linen from the rope, While the first drizzling...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...