The British Poets, Volum 3Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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Side 12
... two Moth- erly arms , and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him . Why there he is ! Punch and Judy hunting , 12 THE LOST HEIR .
... two Moth- erly arms , and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him . Why there he is ! Punch and Judy hunting , 12 THE LOST HEIR .
Side 14
... Miss Birch , you're in your prime ! Miss Romer , seek some other door ! Go , Mrs. Shaw ! till , counting time , You count you ' re nearly fifty - four ! Go , Miss Novello , sadly young ! Go , thou composing Chevalier , And roam the ...
... Miss Birch , you're in your prime ! Miss Romer , seek some other door ! Go , Mrs. Shaw ! till , counting time , You count you ' re nearly fifty - four ! Go , Miss Novello , sadly young ! Go , thou composing Chevalier , And roam the ...
Side 15
... Miss Winter , bring the pipe That cannot sing without a shake ! Nay , come , ye Spinsters all , that spin A slender thread of ancient voice , Old notes that almost seem called in ; At such as you we shall rejoice ! No thund'ring ...
... Miss Winter , bring the pipe That cannot sing without a shake ! Nay , come , ye Spinsters all , that spin A slender thread of ancient voice , Old notes that almost seem called in ; At such as you we shall rejoice ! No thund'ring ...
Side 25
... Miss Lindo , A pug , a poll , a squirrel or a jay- Blest blue - bottles ! that buzz about the window Over the way ! Even at even , for there be no shutters , I see her reading on , from grave to gay , Some tale or poem , till the candle ...
... Miss Lindo , A pug , a poll , a squirrel or a jay- Blest blue - bottles ! that buzz about the window Over the way ! Even at even , for there be no shutters , I see her reading on , from grave to gay , Some tale or poem , till the candle ...
Side 38
... Miss But me , has got a Beau . For Love goes calling up and down , But here he seems to shun ; I'm sure he has been asked enough To call at Number One ! I'm sick of all the double knocks That come to Number Four ! - At Number Three , I ...
... Miss But me , has got a Beau . For Love goes calling up and down , But here he seems to shun ; I'm sure he has been asked enough To call at Number One ! I'm sick of all the double knocks That come to Number Four ! - At Number Three , I ...
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Populære avsnitt
Side 230 - He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
Side 29 - EVEN is come; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun — one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, [ Denying to his frantic clutch much touch; — Or else to see Ducrow with wide stride ride Four horses as no other man can span; Or in the small Olympic Pit, sit split Laughing at Listen, while you quiz his phiz.
Side 285 - No sun — no moon ! No morn — no noon — No dawn — no dusk — no proper time of day — No sky — no earthly view — No distance looking blue — No road — no street — no " t'other side the way " — No end to any Row — No indications where the Crescents go — . No top to any steeple — No recognitions of familiar people — No courtesies for showing 'em — No knowing 'em! No travelling at all — no locomotion, No inkling of the way — no notion —
Side 333 - Sir Astley has my heart. Don't go to weep upon my grave, And think that there I be ; They haven't left an atom there Of my anatomie.
Side 123 - NEVER go to France Unless you know the lingo, If you do, like me, You will repent by jingo. Staring like a fool, And silent as a mummy, There I stood alone, A nation with a dummy : II.
Side 332 - Bell's, In spirits and a phial. As for my feet, the little feet You used to call so pretty, There's one, I know, in Bedford Row, The t'other's in the City.
Side 151 - I'll pop it into you. Said Mr. Clay to Mr. Bray, Your threats I quite explode ; One who has been a volunteer Knows how to prime and load. And so I say to you unless Your passion quiet keeps, I, who have shot and hit bulls' eyes, May chance to hit a sheep's.
Side 30 - Sal, Who, hasting to her nightly jobs, robs fobs. Now thieves to enter for your cash, smash, crash, Past drowsy Charley, in a deep sleep, creep, But frightened by Policeman B 3, flee, And while they're going, whisper low, "No go!" Now puss, while folks are in their beds, treads leads, And sleepers waking grumble, " Drat that cat ! " Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will.
Side 285 - em! No knowing 'em! No travelling at all - no locomotion, No inkling of the way - no notion 'No go' - by land or ocean No mail - no post No news from any foreign coast No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility - . •, No company - no nobility...
Side 36 - For tho' he changed his horses there, His love he never changed. He thought her fairest of all fares, So fondly love prefers ; And often, among twelve outsides, Deemed no outside like hers.