The Humorous Poetry of the English Language: From Chaucer to Saxe ...Mason Brothers, 1857 - 689 Seiten |
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... sigh As the melody dearest to love . In Ethics ' tis you that can check , In a minute , their doubts and their quarrels , Oh ! show but that mole on your neck , And ' twill soon put an end to their morals . Your Arithmetic only can trip ...
... sigh As the melody dearest to love . In Ethics ' tis you that can check , In a minute , their doubts and their quarrels , Oh ! show but that mole on your neck , And ' twill soon put an end to their morals . Your Arithmetic only can trip ...
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... sigh . Take back the gifts , so sweetly given , With promis'd faith and vows to heaven ; That little ring , which , night and morn , With wedded truth my hand hath worn ; That seal which oft , in moments blest , Thou hast upon my lip ...
... sigh . Take back the gifts , so sweetly given , With promis'd faith and vows to heaven ; That little ring , which , night and morn , With wedded truth my hand hath worn ; That seal which oft , in moments blest , Thou hast upon my lip ...
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... sigh . Though Love's the theme , and Wisdom blames Such florid songs as ours , Yet Truth , sometimes , like eastern dames , Can speak her thoughts by flowers . Then listen , maids , come listen , while Your needle's task you ply ; At ...
... sigh . Though Love's the theme , and Wisdom blames Such florid songs as ours , Yet Truth , sometimes , like eastern dames , Can speak her thoughts by flowers . Then listen , maids , come listen , while Your needle's task you ply ; At ...
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... sigh ! SALAD . To make this condiment , your poet begs SYDNEY SMITH . The pounded yellow of two hard - boiled eggs ; Two boiled potatoes , passed through kitchen - sieve , Smoothness and softness to the salad give ; Let onion atoms lurk ...
... sigh ! SALAD . To make this condiment , your poet begs SYDNEY SMITH . The pounded yellow of two hard - boiled eggs ; Two boiled potatoes , passed through kitchen - sieve , Smoothness and softness to the salad give ; Let onion atoms lurk ...
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... sigh Toward that merry ground ! Then be contented . Thou hast got The most of heaven in thy young lot ; There's sky - blue in thy cup ! Thou ' lt find thy manhood all too fast-- Soon come , soon gone ! and age at last A sorry breaking ...
... sigh Toward that merry ground ! Then be contented . Thou hast got The most of heaven in thy young lot ; There's sky - blue in thy cup ! Thou ' lt find thy manhood all too fast-- Soon come , soon gone ! and age at last A sorry breaking ...
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behold Beignet Blogg boys Brentford charming church cried d'ye DEAN SWIFT dear delight Devil divine Dolly dost e'er EPIGRAMS eyes face fair fancy fear FRIEND OF HUMANITY give grace hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven JAMES TAYLOR king lady Lille long-tail'd coat look look'd Lord Lord Byron ma'am maid majesty MATTHEW PRIOR mind Miserable sinners morning Muse N. P. WILLIS ne'er never Nick night niversity nose numbers o'er once PETER PINDAR PINDAR poet poor pray prayer pretty Prince Prince Bishop Pryce PUNCH quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round Saint scarce seem'd sigh sing smile song soon soul Sultaun swear sweet tell thee there's thet thing THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou thought town turn'd verger Whitbread wife young Zounds
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Seite 240 - So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
Seite 31 - Twas but in a sort I blamed thee: None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies doth so strike, They borrow language of dislike; And, instead of Dearest Miss...
Seite 422 - Thou pretty opening rose (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose), Balmy, and breathing music like the south (He really brings my heart into my mouth...
Seite 383 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, Sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,' This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishStocks for a vagrant.
Seite 317 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. _*• Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person,...
Seite 363 - That swill'd more liquor than it could contain, And like a drunkard gives it up again. Brisk Susan whips her linen from the rope, While the first drizzling...
Seite 314 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.
Seite 531 - Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs: But here or there, turn wood or wire, He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
Seite 96 - The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet and emerald eyes, She saw, and purred applause.
Seite 52 - IN tattered old slippers that toast at the bars, And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars, Away from the world and its toils and its cares, I've a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs. To mount to this realm is a toil, to be sure, But the fire there is bright and the air rather pure ; And the view I behold on a sunshiny day Is grand through the chimney-pots over the way. This snug little chamber is...