Humorous poems by English and American writersWilliam Michael Rossetti Ward, Lock, & Company, 1878 - 488 Seiten |
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... Town of Passage . MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS- Grim , King of the Ghosts ROBERT SOUTHEY- 308 309 To a Goose • 313 The Poet relates how he ole a lock of Delia's Hair 314 Epistle to Allan Cunningham • 315 The Pious Painter St. Romuald CHARLES ...
... Town of Passage . MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS- Grim , King of the Ghosts ROBERT SOUTHEY- 308 309 To a Goose • 313 The Poet relates how he ole a lock of Delia's Hair 314 Epistle to Allan Cunningham • 315 The Pious Painter St. Romuald CHARLES ...
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... By nature knew he each ascension 1 Stepped , advanced . 3 Singed , fried . 2 Husbanding , economizing . 4 Hen - wife , dairy - maid . Of equinoxïal in thilke town ; For whan degrees fifteene 12 CHAUCER . The Nunne Priest's Tale PAGE I.
... By nature knew he each ascension 1 Stepped , advanced . 3 Singed , fried . 2 Husbanding , economizing . 4 Hen - wife , dairy - maid . Of equinoxïal in thilke town ; For whan degrees fifteene 12 CHAUCER . The Nunne Priest's Tale PAGE I.
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William Michael Rossetti. Of equinoxïal in thilke town ; For whan degrees fifteene were ascended Than crewe he , it might not ben amended . His comb was redder than the fine coral , And battled as it were a castle - wall . His bill was ...
William Michael Rossetti. Of equinoxïal in thilke town ; For whan degrees fifteene were ascended Than crewe he , it might not ben amended . His comb was redder than the fine coral , And battled as it were a castle - wall . His bill was ...
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... town is none apotecary , I shall myself two herbes teachen yow That shall be for your hele and for your prow : 4 1 Braggart . 2 Contention . 3 Great and little . 4 Benefit . And in our yard tho herbes shall I find , 14 CHAUCER .
... town is none apotecary , I shall myself two herbes teachen yow That shall be for your hele and for your prow : 4 1 Braggart . 2 Contention . 3 Great and little . 4 Benefit . And in our yard tho herbes shall I find , 14 CHAUCER .
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... town , - Why dost thou wear thy body to the bones ? And mightst at home sleep in thy bed of down , And drink good ale so nappy for the nones , Feed thyself fat , and heap up pound by pound . Lik'st thou not this ? " No. " Why ? " For ...
... town , - Why dost thou wear thy body to the bones ? And mightst at home sleep in thy bed of down , And drink good ale so nappy for the nones , Feed thyself fat , and heap up pound by pound . Lik'st thou not this ? " No. " Why ? " For ...
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Humorous poems by English and American writers William Michael Rossetti Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 1878 |
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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.