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Poems Chiefly Philosophical: In Continuation of My Book and a Half Year's Poems James Henry Úplné zobrazenie - 1856 |
Poems: Chiefly Philosophical; in Continuation of My Book and A Half Year's Poems James Henry Úplné zobrazenie - 1856 |
Poems Chiefly Philosophical: In Continuation of My Book and a Half Year's Poems James Henry Úplné zobrazenie - 1856 |
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Strana 137 - 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, he said, will undoubtedly find That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind.
Strana 138 - In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind.
Strana 152 - If on my theme I rightly think, There are five reasons why men drink: Good wine, a friend, because I'm dry. Or lest I should be by and by. Or any other reason why.
Strana 138 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — 'Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the Nose is : in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle. 'Again, would your lordship a moment suppose (Tis a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose! Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then? 'On the whole, it appears — and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemnThat the spectacles...
Strana 138 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — "Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then? On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles...
Strana 267 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 42 - Mountains have fallen, Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock Rocking their Alpine brethren ; filling up The ripe green valleys with destruetion's splinters Damming the rivers with a sudden dash, Which crush'd the waters into mist, and made Their fountains find another channel — thus, Thus, in its old age, did Mount Rosenberg — Why stood I not beneath it ? C.
Strana x - British Legations. A letter to the Editor of the Morning Herald, concerning the late aggression of the British Embassy in Japan. By a British Subject travelling with HM 's Passport.
Strana 5 - Julia Alpinula, a young Aventian priestess, died soon after a vain endeavour to save her father, condemned to death as a traitor by Aulus Caecina. Her epitaph was discovered many years ago ; — it is thus — Julia Alpinula Hie jaceo Infelicis patris, infelix proles Deae Aventiae Sacerdos ; Exorare patris necem non potui Male mori in fatis ille erat. Vixi annos XXIII.
Strana 181 - She was" • — good God! and is't she mas? WEINSRERG (WURTTEMRERG) ; Sept. 4, 1855. oHE never in her whole life wrote one stanza, She kn&w no Greek, no Latin, scarcely French, She played not, danced not, sang not, yet when Death His arms about her threw, to tear her from me, I would have ransomed her, not Orpheus-like With...