The Comic annual. By T. Hood1839 |
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Side 9
... Turn - out . Peter Plumridge went along with the speaker as went afore . The best way to get at the Exchequer , was through the excise - office . Let them leave off every thing as was taxed , direct or indirect . A man might have ...
... Turn - out . Peter Plumridge went along with the speaker as went afore . The best way to get at the Exchequer , was through the excise - office . Let them leave off every thing as was taxed , direct or indirect . A man might have ...
Side 30
... turns out that , like other pseudo Tra- gedies , our provincial Drama of Domestic Interest has failed only for want of a plot . I feel almost ashamed to expose to you the flimsy materials of which the truly imposing fabric was ...
... turns out that , like other pseudo Tra- gedies , our provincial Drama of Domestic Interest has failed only for want of a plot . I feel almost ashamed to expose to you the flimsy materials of which the truly imposing fabric was ...
Side 33
... turn . Burn Chabert , the Salamander , — Burn the man that wouldn't burn ! Burn the old year out , don't ring it ; Burn the one that must begin . Burn Lang Syne ; and , whilst you're burning , Burn the burn he paidled in . Burn the ...
... turn . Burn Chabert , the Salamander , — Burn the man that wouldn't burn ! Burn the old year out , don't ring it ; Burn the one that must begin . Burn Lang Syne ; and , whilst you're burning , Burn the burn he paidled in . Burn the ...
Side 37
... to the West , From the North to the South ; With a flag at her head , And a flag at her stern ; Whilst the Telegraph hints At Lord Durham's return . Turn wherever you will , It's the great talk and 37 LORD DURHAM'S RETURN.
... to the West , From the North to the South ; With a flag at her head , And a flag at her stern ; Whilst the Telegraph hints At Lord Durham's return . Turn wherever you will , It's the great talk and 37 LORD DURHAM'S RETURN.
Side 38
Turn wherever you will , It's the great talk and small ; Going up to Cornhill , Going down to Whitehall ; If you ask for the news , It's the first you will learn , And the last you will lose , My Lord Durham's return . The fat pig in ...
Turn wherever you will , It's the great talk and small ; Going up to Cornhill , Going down to Whitehall ; If you ask for the news , It's the first you will learn , And the last you will lose , My Lord Durham's return . The fat pig in ...
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66 Straight agin agitation Beadle Black bottle Brill Bruges Burn called chair chak Cocagne copy cried Crooked Lane Cynic d'ye think DEAR CHARLES DESIGNED AND DRAWN Doctor door Dowdum dressing duckweed ELECTRICAL EEL ev'ry exclaimed eyes Fips says fish freedom friends Frisby Ghents gone gown Grampus head hear heard hole Hood human jump lady last Nite letters lodger look Lord Durham's return Ma'am Madam maid Master meant meet Miss Filby Miss Hopkinson Moon morning mother nerves never night nurse Obadiah groan PICKANINNY pigs poor Quakers round my hat round the Square RUM CUSTOMER Sambo Scott servants snake soon sort stairs stick Stoke Pogis street sure tête-à-tête There's thing thought took town tree Tweedy verry vext Wandering Jew wanted Wapping watch whale wish Zounds
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Side ix - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Side vii - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side viii - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side ix - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side viii - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side viii - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Side 77 - WHY should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will ? Hands were made for honest labour, Not to plunder, or to steal. 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving By such tricks to hope for gain: All that's ever got by thieving Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute, To what dismal state they brought us When they...
Side vii - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 172 - ... from a place so high, The year lies open to his eye; And all the moments open are To the exact discoverer. Yet more and more he smiles upon The happy revolution. Why should we then suspect or fear The influences of a year, So smiles upon us the first morn, And speaks us good so soon as born? Plague on't! the last was ill enough, This cannot but make better proof...
Side 95 - As fast as grinning boys could flog — What d'ye think of that, my Cat ? What d'ye think of that, my Dog...