The Humorus Poetry of the English Language, from Chaucer to SaxeHoughton Mifflin, 1884 - 689 strán (strany) |
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Strana 46
... wonder if in May itself I lack A peg for laudatory verse to hang on ? — Spring , mild and gentle ! -yes , a Spring - heeled Jack To those he sprang on . In short , whatever panegyrics lie In fulsome odes too many to be cited , The ...
... wonder if in May itself I lack A peg for laudatory verse to hang on ? — Spring , mild and gentle ! -yes , a Spring - heeled Jack To those he sprang on . In short , whatever panegyrics lie In fulsome odes too many to be cited , The ...
Strana 47
... wonder who is master now And wholesome anguish sheds ! How many ushers now employs , How many maids to see the boys Have nothing in their heads ! And Mrs. S *** ? - Doth she abet ( Like Pallas in the palor ) yet Some favored two or ...
... wonder who is master now And wholesome anguish sheds ! How many ushers now employs , How many maids to see the boys Have nothing in their heads ! And Mrs. S *** ? - Doth she abet ( Like Pallas in the palor ) yet Some favored two or ...
Strana 63
... wonder you'll say , sir , There's reason in tearing one's tether- And , to see her again in Broadway , sir , Who would not be lavish of leather ! I met her again , and as you know I'm sage as old Voltaire at Ferney- But I said a bad ...
... wonder you'll say , sir , There's reason in tearing one's tether- And , to see her again in Broadway , sir , Who would not be lavish of leather ! I met her again , and as you know I'm sage as old Voltaire at Ferney- But I said a bad ...
Strana 97
... wonder for your wes While I , just like a snail am crawling , Now swearing , now on 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 ...
... wonder for your wes While I , just like a snail am crawling , Now swearing , now on 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 ...
Strana 98
... wonder saw . A whisker first , and then a claw , With many an ardent wish , She stretched in vain to reach the prize : What female heart can gold despise ? What Cat's averse to fish ? Presumptuous maid ! with looks intent , Again she ...
... wonder saw . A whisker first , and then a claw , With many an ardent wish , She stretched in vain to reach the prize : What female heart can gold despise ? What Cat's averse to fish ? Presumptuous maid ! with looks intent , Again she ...
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Strana 239 - 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 420 - 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 238 - 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 314 - 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 339 - 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 362 - 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 315 - 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 338 - 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.