Melbourne Punch, Том 27

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1868
 

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Сторінка 90 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Сторінка 138 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Сторінка 144 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Сторінка 90 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Сторінка 185 - I'ma Chickaleary bloke with my one, two, three, Whitechapel was the village I was born in, For to get me on the hop, or on my tibby drop, You must wake up very early in the morning.
Сторінка 3 - Let ua not be by partial defeats disconcerted ; They will make the grand triumph more signal and bright ? Thus whetted, our zeal will be doubly exerted, And the cry be raised louder of Freedom and Right! For these two are one, and they mock all endeavour Of despots their holy alliance to sever, Where there's Right be ye sure there are freemen, and ever Where freemen are found, will God prosper the Right.
Сторінка 55 - Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found, Since summer trees were leafy.
Сторінка 34 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. 'Down with him!' cried false Sextus. With a smile on his pale face. 'Now yield thee,' cried Lars Porsena, 'Now yield thee to our grace.
Сторінка 132 - Shakspeare, that, take him for all in all, we shall not look upon his like again.
Сторінка 3 - And the harbour bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town ; For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep ; And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.

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