Humorous poems by English and American writersWilliam Michael Rossetti Ward, Lock, & Company, 1878 - 488 стор. |
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... hours . Some told of ladies and their paramours : Some of brave knights and their renowned squires ; Some of the fairies and their strange attires ; And some of giants hard to be believed ; That the delight thereof me much relieved ...
... hours . Some told of ladies and their paramours : Some of brave knights and their renowned squires ; Some of the fairies and their strange attires ; And some of giants hard to be believed ; That the delight thereof me much relieved ...
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... hour in blissful happiness I choose before a life of wretchedness . Be therefore counsellèd herein by me , And shake off this vile - hearted cowardry . If he awake , yet is not death the next , For we may colour it with some pretext Of ...
... hour in blissful happiness I choose before a life of wretchedness . Be therefore counsellèd herein by me , And shake off this vile - hearted cowardry . If he awake , yet is not death the next , For we may colour it with some pretext Of ...
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... hours , And there the king was killed . The Bastille and St. Denis Street , The Shafflenist like London Fleet , The Arsenal no toy ; But , if you'll see the prettiest thing , Go to the court and see the king- Oh ' tis a hopeful boy ! He ...
... hours , And there the king was killed . The Bastille and St. Denis Street , The Shafflenist like London Fleet , The Arsenal no toy ; But , if you'll see the prettiest thing , Go to the court and see the king- Oh ' tis a hopeful boy ! He ...
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... physic and his power To heal and help them every hour . The danger set before their eyes , – Let them 102 WASHBOURNE . THOMAS WASHBOURNE- Upon the People's Denying of Tithes in some places, and ejecting their Pastors.
... physic and his power To heal and help them every hour . The danger set before their eyes , – Let them 102 WASHBOURNE . THOMAS WASHBOURNE- Upon the People's Denying of Tithes in some places, and ejecting their Pastors.
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... sure he ha ' none ; A sermon's end where he began one A new hour long , when's glass had ran one ; New use , new points , new notes to stand on : See a new teacher , & c . R. WATKYNS . [ Author of Flamma sine Fumo , CLEVELAND . 129.
... sure he ha ' none ; A sermon's end where he began one A new hour long , when's glass had ran one ; New use , new points , new notes to stand on : See a new teacher , & c . R. WATKYNS . [ Author of Flamma sine Fumo , CLEVELAND . 129.
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Сторінка 79 - Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
Сторінка 220 - Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws...
Сторінка 192 - THE TURKEY AND THE ANT. In other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye, Each little speck and blemish find, To our own stronger errors blind. A turkey, tired of common food, Forsook the barn, and sought the wood; Behind her ran her infant train, Collecting here and there a grain. 'Draw near, my birds,' the mother cries, This hill delicious fare supplies; Behold, the busy negro race, See, millions blacken all the place!
Сторінка 125 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more. If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover.
Сторінка 469 - Under the yaller-pines I house, When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented, An' hear among their furry boughs The baskin' west-wind purr contented, While 'way o'erhead, ez sweet an' low Ez distant bells thet ring for meetin', The wedged wil' geese their bugles blow, Further an' further South retreatin'. Or up the slippery knob I strain An...
Сторінка 150 - For though the Muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Сторінка 380 - Who's this?" I answer nought but ho ho ho ! Yet now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card up their wool ; And, while they sleep and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at...
Сторінка 460 - 11 keep the people in blindness,— Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Eight inter brotherly kindness, Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball Air good-will's strongest magnets, Thet peace, to make it stick at all, Must be druv in with bagnets. In short, I firmly du believe In Humbug generally, Fer it's a thing thet I perceive To hev a solid vally; This heth my faithful shepherd ben, In pasturs sweet heth led me, An' this '11 keep the people green To feed ez they hev fed me.
Сторінка 141 - HOLLAND, that scarce deserves the name of land As but the off-scouring of the British sand, And so much earth as was contributed By English pilots when they heaved the lead, Or what by the ocean's slow alluvion fell Of shipwrecked cockle and the muscle-shell, — This indigested vomit of the sea Fell to the Dutch by just propriety.
Сторінка 150 - TO all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite ; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write : The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.