Lyrics by the Letter H [pseud.]J. C. Derby, 1854 - 228 oldal |
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backgammon bear beauty beneath bliss blood bosom bowers brain brethren bright bright eyes captive heart chain Chemisette clouds cold Comrades Cossacks cried cross of honor crown CRYSTAL PALACE Czar dark dear death deep dream dust e'er earth editeere eternal fair fight fling flowers frae friends Geordie Mairs gleam glow gold golden grew grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hope hour household tomb Hymen kiss Laura life's light Love's mingled Morristown ne'er never night o'er once pain pass passion peep pennons printeere proboscis pulse quiver rich rolled Romantic Husband rose round Sally Brown Sarah Brown Sensible Wife shadow shine shore sleep smile soft eyes song soul spirit stars of memory storm strife summer sweet tears thee Thine eyes thou art thought thrill tide toil Turk Turkey Twill waves wild wings youth
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80. oldal - I told my opponents the only man who could "put me down" was myself, and I trusted I should do nothing to bring about that result. If thrust out of my own pulpit, I made up my mind to lecture from city to city, from town to town, from village to village, nay...
170. oldal - Tis hard .to say, But yet I think there is a way. The married couple thank their stars, And half the ' others' take the cars ; The other half you put on board An Erie steamboat, — take my word, They'll never trouble you again !" The dramatist resumed his pen.
160. oldal - A knell, a blessing, and a blight, We profit if we hear aright, "You might have been — you might have been.' As memory bids the past arise, The soaring hopes that swept the skies (Each in its narrow grave now lies), We hear, and not with tearless eyes, "You might have been — you might have been.
112. oldal - Every year. It is growing darker, colder, Every year ; As the heart and soul grow older, Every year ; I care not now for dancing, Or for eyes with passion glancing, Love is less and less entrancing, Every year.
204. oldal - His figure, I grant you, will pass, And at present he's young .enough plenty; But when I am sixty, alas! Will not he be a hundred and twenty?
170. oldal - A DRAMATIST declared he had got So many people in his plot, That what to do with half he had Was like to drive him drama-mad. " The hero and the heroine Of course are married — very fine ! But with the others what to do, Is more than I can tell — can you ?" LAST RESORT. His friend replied, '"Tis hard to say, But yet I think there is a way. The married couple thank their stars, And half the
214. oldal - Tis the last golden dollar, left shining alone; All its brilliant companions are squandered and gone; No coin of its mintage reflects back Its...
8. oldal - A rosy ribbon binds her bodice : And in her mien is clearly seen One half the queen, and one the goddess. Her voice is low — how sweet its flow ! Her upper lip disdains the under : Her curls are like dark waves that strike > A marble cliff — then rush asunder.
8. oldal - Her fingers seem, or else I dream, Like stamens in the bells of lilies. As clouds of spring on feathery wing Obscure the blushing heaven a minute, So, Chemisette ! thy silvery net Now veils the heaven that glows within it. Oh, bear me up ! I faint, I droop, My glowing pulses throb and...
179. oldal - ... the bard, And trim a Roman Cap, sir. Some go two-forty — what of that ? He goes it by the thousand ; A man of form, and fond of fat, He loves the song I now send. The engine-driver, if we track His outward semblance deeper, Has got some very tender traits — He ne'er disturbs the sleeper ; And when you switch him as he goes, He whistles all the louder ; And should you brake him on the wheel, It only makes him prouder. I launched this skiff of rhymes upon The trade-winds of the Muses, Through...