The Humorus Poetry of the English Language, from Chaucer to SaxeHoughton Mifflin, 1884 - 689 strán (strany) |
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... Boy at Prayers Bienseance Kings and Courtiers Praying for Rain . Apology for Kings Ode to the Devil . • The King of Spain and the Horse . The Tender Husband · The Soldier and the Virgin Mary · A King of France and the Fair Lady . The ...
... Boy at Prayers Bienseance Kings and Courtiers Praying for Rain . Apology for Kings Ode to the Devil . • The King of Spain and the Horse . The Tender Husband · The Soldier and the Virgin Mary · A King of France and the Fair Lady . The ...
Strana 29
... boy bless if he behold His master's box produced , for when he sees The thumb and finger of authority Stuffed up the nostrils : when hat , head , and wig Shake all ; when on the waistcoat black , brown dust , From the oft - reiterated ...
... boy bless if he behold His master's box produced , for when he sees The thumb and finger of authority Stuffed up the nostrils : when hat , head , and wig Shake all ; when on the waistcoat black , brown dust , From the oft - reiterated ...
Strana 31
... boys , Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent . Stinking'st of the stinking kind , Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind , Africa , that brags her foison , Breeds no such prodigious poison Henbane , nightshade ...
... boys , Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent . Stinking'st of the stinking kind , Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind , Africa , that brags her foison , Breeds no such prodigious poison Henbane , nightshade ...
Strana 47
... boys Have nothing in their heads ! And Mrs. S *** ? - Doth she abet ( Like Pallas in the palor ) yet Some favored two or three- The little Crichtons of the hour , Her muffin - medals that devour , And swill her prize - bohea ? Ay ...
... boys Have nothing in their heads ! And Mrs. S *** ? - Doth she abet ( Like Pallas in the palor ) yet Some favored two or three- The little Crichtons of the hour , Her muffin - medals that devour , And swill her prize - bohea ? Ay ...
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... boys succeeds , 66 And push us from our forms ! " Lo ! where they scramble forth , and shout , And leap , and skip , and mob about , At play where we have played ! Some hop , some run ( some fall ) , some twins Their crony arms ; some ...
... boys succeeds , 66 And push us from our forms ! " Lo ! where they scramble forth , and shout , And leap , and skip , and mob about , At play where we have played ! Some hop , some run ( some fall ) , some twins Their crony arms ; some ...
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Strana 241 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes, But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but, — That whenever the Nose put...
Strana 422 - John ! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick (I knew so many cakes would make him sick). With fancies buoyant as the thistledown, Prompting the face grotesque and antic brisk With many a lamblike frisk ! (He's got the scissors snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose...
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 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 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 364 - Street they sail'd from, by their Sight and Smell. ' They, as each Torrent drives, with rapid Force From Smithfield, or St. Pulchre's shape their Course, And in huge Confluent join at Snow-Hill Ridge, Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn- Bridge. Sweepings from Butchers...
Strana 52 - 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 340 - MY AUNT. MY aunt ! my dear unmarried aunt ! Long years have o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her, — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life, For life is but a span.