Humorous poems by English and American writersWilliam Michael Rossetti Ward, Lock, & Company, 1878 - 488 Seiten |
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... ware of this fox that lay full low . Nothing ne list him thannè for to crow ; 1 Bolt ( sift ) it to the bran . 2 Sand . 3 A popular metrical Latin treatise on the nature of animals . But cried anon " Cok cok , " and up CHAUCER . 21.
... ware of this fox that lay full low . Nothing ne list him thannè for to crow ; 1 Bolt ( sift ) it to the bran . 2 Sand . 3 A popular metrical Latin treatise on the nature of animals . But cried anon " Cok cok , " and up CHAUCER . 21.
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William Michael Rossetti. But cried anon " Cok cok , " and up he stert , As man that was affrayèd in his hert . For naturally a beast desireth flee Fro his contrary , if he may see , Though he never ere had seyn it with his eye . This ...
William Michael Rossetti. But cried anon " Cok cok , " and up he stert , As man that was affrayèd in his hert . For naturally a beast desireth flee Fro his contrary , if he may see , Though he never ere had seyn it with his eye . This ...
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... cries ; I can love her , and her , and you , and you , — I can love any , so she be not true . Will no other vice content you ? Will it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers ? Or have you all old vices spent , and now would find ...
... cries ; I can love her , and her , and you , and you , — I can love any , so she be not true . Will no other vice content you ? Will it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers ? Or have you all old vices spent , and now would find ...
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... cries , " For God's love , help ! Unto your mastiff call ! " 66 Fight dog , fight devil ! " butcher said , And claps his hands at Ball . The dog most cruelly tore his flesh , G The devil went to wrack , And looked like a ROWLANDS . 97 ...
... cries , " For God's love , help ! Unto your mastiff call ! " 66 Fight dog , fight devil ! " butcher said , And claps his hands at Ball . The dog most cruelly tore his flesh , G The devil went to wrack , And looked like a ROWLANDS . 97 ...
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... Cried " Strange ! " - then reinforced his sight Against the Moon with all his might , And bent his penetrating brow , As if he meant to gaze her through ; When all the rest began to admire , And , like a train , from him took fire ...
... Cried " Strange ! " - then reinforced his sight Against the Moon with all his might , And bent his penetrating brow , As if he meant to gaze her through ; When all the rest began to admire , And , like a train , from him took fire ...
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Humorous poems by English and American writers William Michael Rossetti Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 1878 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
æther aint Alderman beasts Born BOZZY called Chanticleer charms Confound the Cats cried curchy curse dame dear delight devil died Doctor Johnson Doneraile doth dream drink ears eyes fair fame fear folks fool friends give grace hand hath head hear heart heaven ho ho ho holy orders James Boswell king kiss lady laugh Little Jerry live long ez look lord MADAME PIOZZI merry mind Muse ne'er never night nought o'er pain PINDARIC pleasure poem poet poor praise pray quoth rhyme RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN round Samuel Wesley says sing sleep smile soul sure sweet taste tell thee there's thet thet's things thou thought took town true truth turn Twas unto verse Whilst wife William Darton wise wonder word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 220 - Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws...
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.