The British Poets, Volum 3Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... fond of calling - Over the way ! Oh ! happy man above all kings in glory , Whoever in her ear may say his say , And add a tale of love to that one story Over the way ! Nabob of Arcot Sultan of Persia Despot of Japan - Emperor of Cathay ...
... fond of calling - Over the way ! Oh ! happy man above all kings in glory , Whoever in her ear may say his say , And add a tale of love to that one story Over the way ! Nabob of Arcot Sultan of Persia Despot of Japan - Emperor of Cathay ...
Side 63
... fond pair , such as poets have drawn , So united in heart- ― so congenial in taste , We were both of us partial to brawn ! A long life I looked for of bliss with my bride , But then Death I ne'er dreamt about that ! - Oh there's nothing ...
... fond pair , such as poets have drawn , So united in heart- ― so congenial in taste , We were both of us partial to brawn ! A long life I looked for of bliss with my bride , But then Death I ne'er dreamt about that ! - Oh there's nothing ...
Side 66
... fond Of Romans and of Greeks ; She daily sought my cabinet , To study my antiques . Well , now she doesn't care a dump For ancient pot or pan , Her taste at once is modernized — I'm not a single man ! VIII . My spouse is fond of homely ...
... fond Of Romans and of Greeks ; She daily sought my cabinet , To study my antiques . Well , now she doesn't care a dump For ancient pot or pan , Her taste at once is modernized — I'm not a single man ! VIII . My spouse is fond of homely ...
Side 67
VIII . My spouse is fond of homely life , And all that sort of thing ; I go to balls without my wife , And never wear a ring : And yet each Miss to whom I come , As strange as Genghis Khan , Knows by some sign , I can't divine - I'm not ...
VIII . My spouse is fond of homely life , And all that sort of thing ; I go to balls without my wife , And never wear a ring : And yet each Miss to whom I come , As strange as Genghis Khan , Knows by some sign , I can't divine - I'm not ...
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... fond ; And whiles His flatterynge Vowes She drank , Her Nurselynge slipt within a Pond ! All Even Tide they Talkde and Kist , For She was fayre and He was Kinde ; The Sunne went down before She wist Another Sonne had sett behinde ! With ...
... fond ; And whiles His flatterynge Vowes She drank , Her Nurselynge slipt within a Pond ! All Even Tide they Talkde and Kist , For She was fayre and He was Kinde ; The Sunne went down before She wist Another Sonne had sett behinde ! With ...
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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.