Brallaghan: Or The DeipnosophistsE. Churton, 1845 - 336 стор. |
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... hath a dish I hope to please each gueste : Here thou may'st find some goode and solid fare If thou lov'st pleasant junkets , here they are ; Perhaps sharpe sauces take thee most , if soe I have cookt for thee some sharp sauces too But ...
... hath a dish I hope to please each gueste : Here thou may'st find some goode and solid fare If thou lov'st pleasant junkets , here they are ; Perhaps sharpe sauces take thee most , if soe I have cookt for thee some sharp sauces too But ...
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... hath ever been over my lot , And sunlight would now come too late to save But oh ! let it fall on my grave ! -on my grave ! Let it fall there ! Can any person who reads these doubt the truth of what my young friend in the spectacles ...
... hath ever been over my lot , And sunlight would now come too late to save But oh ! let it fall on my grave ! -on my grave ! Let it fall there ! Can any person who reads these doubt the truth of what my young friend in the spectacles ...
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... Hath been my heart's undoing . " The poet Theognis supplied the Countess of honorary member with a motto : - ( an Ου τοι συμφορον εστι γυνὴ νεα " ανδρὶ γεροντι . — V . 457 . of which Shakspeare ( though in all probability he never heard ...
... Hath been my heart's undoing . " The poet Theognis supplied the Countess of honorary member with a motto : - ( an Ου τοι συμφορον εστι γυνὴ νεα " ανδρὶ γεροντι . — V . 457 . of which Shakspeare ( though in all probability he never heard ...
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... hath made himself master of one science . LXXXII . We poor Papists eat so much fish , that it would be indeed no miracle if we had fins . So says Erasmus . LXXXIII . I have seen an old blanket look well in the sunbeam . LXXXIV . Man is ...
... hath made himself master of one science . LXXXII . We poor Papists eat so much fish , that it would be indeed no miracle if we had fins . So says Erasmus . LXXXIII . I have seen an old blanket look well in the sunbeam . LXXXIV . Man is ...
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... hath filled the soul , charms melancholy ( as a mandrake the eater ) asleep ; and awakens mirth as oil the flame . ” Success to The Cork Freeholder , and the Cork Deip- nosophist Club . BOYLE . Will any person give us a song ? Anything ...
... hath filled the soul , charms melancholy ( as a mandrake the eater ) asleep ; and awakens mirth as oil the flame . ” Success to The Cork Freeholder , and the Cork Deip- nosophist Club . BOYLE . Will any person give us a song ? Anything ...
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Achilles Tatius afther aiquil Anacreon Ballinamona oro Barney beauty bliss BOYLE Brallaghan breast Brian O'Linn bright bright eyes bright-ey'd wine Castle Hyde charms Colla bella coorse Cork Croker Cupid darlint dear Deipnosophist Club delight divine Doctor Dreams drink enuff eyes fair Father Prout flowers Freeholder Grake hath heart Heaven Hood Irish potheen Judy kiss ladies larned laughing lips LITTLE'S POEMS look Lord Maginn MARY GENTLE MILLIKIN Misther MOORE MOORE'S MELODIES never night nose nymph o'er once ould Philostratus Plagiarism poet poor preesht Prout punch Quæ rose rosy round SABERTASH shine sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING smile song soul spirit stars sweet tell thee thine thou thought thrue Tom Hood Tom Moore Venus whin whiskey WILLIAM MAGINN young γαρ δε εν εστι και μεν μοι Ου τε Ω Λινν
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Сторінка 298 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Сторінка 209 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Сторінка 298 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Сторінка 302 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Сторінка 306 - If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Сторінка 314 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Сторінка 327 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Сторінка 331 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.
Сторінка 309 - Although men are accused for not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps as few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold, which the owner knows not of.
Сторінка 133 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.