Epigrams and Literary Follies

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W.P. Nimmo, 1868 - 127 strán (strany)

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Strana 10 - I BLESS thee, Lord, because I GROW Among thy trees, which in a ROW To thee both fruit and order ow.
Strana 29 - I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell: But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.
Strana 12 - Thy pow'r doth cut. Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame, To praise thy name. That, if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise thee may not cease. O, let thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine, And sanctifie this ALTAR to be Thine ! The Sacrifice.
Strana 98 - Gold ! Gold ! Gold ! Gold : Good or bad a thousand-fold ! How widely its agencies vary — To save — to ruin — to curse — to bless — As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary ! FAIR INES.
Strana 19 - 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 73 - SIR, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool : But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet.
Strana 114 - George the First was always reckoned Vile, but viler George the Second ; And what mortal ever heard Any good of George the Third ? When from earth the Fourth descended God be praised, the Georges ended ! WS Landor.
Strana 98 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold ! gold ! gold ! gold...
Strana 103 - Our Life is nothing but a Winter's Day; Some only break their Fast, and so away. Others stay Dinner, and depart full fed. The deepest Age but sups and goes to bed. He's most in Debt that lingers out the Day; Who dies betimes has less and less to pay.
Strana 23 - , WE are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features ; One of us in glass is set, One of us you'll find in jet. T'other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue, It can never fly from you.

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