Humorous poems by English and American writersWilliam Michael Rossetti Ward, Lock, & Company, 1878 - 488 Seiten |
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... The Treadmill Song The Music - Grinders To an Insect The Spectre Pig 423 426 427 429 430 PARK BENJAMIN- Indolence 433 MATTHEW C. FIELD- To my Shadow 434 JOHN GODFREY SAXE- The Ghost - Player PAGE I'm Growing CONTENTS . XV.
... The Treadmill Song The Music - Grinders To an Insect The Spectre Pig 423 426 427 429 430 PARK BENJAMIN- Indolence 433 MATTHEW C. FIELD- To my Shadow 434 JOHN GODFREY SAXE- The Ghost - Player PAGE I'm Growing CONTENTS . XV.
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... Growing Old A Reflective Retrospect 434 436 Early Rising 437 • Little Jerry the Miller 439 JAMES RUSSELL Lowell- Festina Lente . The Courtin ' Birdofredom Sawin , I. 440 44I 443 446 11 . III . 448 Monthly . The Pious Editor's Creed ...
... Growing Old A Reflective Retrospect 434 436 Early Rising 437 • Little Jerry the Miller 439 JAMES RUSSELL Lowell- Festina Lente . The Courtin ' Birdofredom Sawin , I. 440 44I 443 446 11 . III . 448 Monthly . The Pious Editor's Creed ...
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... grow , and eat hem in . Be merry , husband , for your fader kin : Dreadeth none dreames . I can say no more . " " Madam , " quod he , " graunt - mercy of your lore . But natheless , as touching Daun Catoun , That hath of wisdom such a ...
... grow , and eat hem in . Be merry , husband , for your fader kin : Dreadeth none dreames . I can say no more . " " Madam , " quod he , " graunt - mercy of your lore . But natheless , as touching Daun Catoun , That hath of wisdom such a ...
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... grow'th no moss : these proverbs yet do last ; Reason hath set them in so sure a place That length of years their force can never waste . When I remember this , and eke the case Wherein thou stand'st , I thought forthwith to write ...
... grow'th no moss : these proverbs yet do last ; Reason hath set them in so sure a place That length of years their force can never waste . When I remember this , and eke the case Wherein thou stand'st , I thought forthwith to write ...
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... grow , And mean for better wind about to throw ; Therefore , to me , my trusty friend , aread Thy counsel : two is better than one head . ' " Certes ' ( said he ) ' I mean me to disguise In some strange habit , after uncouth wise , Or ...
... grow , And mean for better wind about to throw ; Therefore , to me , my trusty friend , aread Thy counsel : two is better than one head . ' " Certes ' ( said he ) ' I mean me to disguise In some strange habit , after uncouth wise , Or ...
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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.