Humorous poems by English and American writersWilliam Michael Rossetti Ward, Lock, & Company, 1878 - 488 стор. |
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... pass as lightly as I can . Lo ! Catoun , which that was so wise a man , Said he not thus ' Ne do no force of dreams'- ? Now , sir , " quod she , " whan we flee fro these beams , For Goddes love as take some laxatif . Up peril of my soul ...
... pass as lightly as I can . Lo ! Catoun , which that was so wise a man , Said he not thus ' Ne do no force of dreams'- ? Now , sir , " quod she , " whan we flee fro these beams , For Goddes love as take some laxatif . Up peril of my soul ...
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... Pass over , for I said it in my game . Read auctours where they treat of such matteer , And what they sayn of women ye may hear . These been the cocke's wordes , and not mine : I can none harme of woman divine . Fair in the sond , " to ...
... Pass over , for I said it in my game . Read auctours where they treat of such matteer , And what they sayn of women ye may hear . These been the cocke's wordes , and not mine : I can none harme of woman divine . Fair in the sond , " to ...
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... pass . I have well rad in Daun Burnel2 the ass , Among his verses , how there was a cock That , for a prieste's son gave him a knock Upon his leg while he was young and nice , He made him for to lese his benefice . But certain there is ...
... pass . I have well rad in Daun Burnel2 the ass , Among his verses , how there was a cock That , for a prieste's son gave him a knock Upon his leg while he was young and nice , He made him for to lese his benefice . But certain there is ...
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... pass hence to - day , Till that my lady come and see How they would have done with me ! But now late me say . " Anon she sent after the lady bright For to fett home her lord and knight : 1 Slight . Thereto she said nought . She told her ...
... pass hence to - day , Till that my lady come and see How they would have done with me ! But now late me say . " Anon she sent after the lady bright For to fett home her lord and knight : 1 Slight . Thereto she said nought . She told her ...
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... may with most security Beg amongst those that beggars do defy . ' 666 Right well , dear gossip , ye advised have , ( Said then the Fox ) , ' but I this doubt will save ; For , ere we farther pass , I will devise 52 SPENSER .
... may with most security Beg amongst those that beggars do defy . ' 666 Right well , dear gossip , ye advised have , ( Said then the Fox ) , ' but I this doubt will save ; For , ere we farther pass , I will devise 52 SPENSER .
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Сторінка 77 - 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 218 - Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws...
Сторінка 190 - 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 123 - 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 467 - 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 148 - 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 378 - 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 458 - 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 139 - 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 148 - 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.