Bachelor Ballads: Being Certain of the Masterpieces of Verse; Wherein is Set Forth the Sentiment of Good Fellowship; Set to PicturesNew Amsterdam Book Company, 1898 - 159 oldal |
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auld lang syne B.MCM B.MEM Bacchus Bouillabaisse boys brightest Wit brim bumper fair cane-bottom'd chair cigar-box-let me consider d'ye think dear Drink drop we sprinkle FILL the bumper flame flight Towards heav'n flowers of soul golden girl heart heav'n to-night HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hunting kindness ladies gay lass leave dull earth Let the toast light lords and ladies Maggie maid Monsieur Ne'er nectar never night O'er the brow old books old cigar-box-let Old friends old Silenus old tree OLD wine Open the old prove an excuse Reynard ROBERT BURNS Round the old seat for three silent sing smile snug song Spirits sprinkle O'er stands the glass Susan sweet take a flight Terré thee There's THOMAS MOORE thou toast pass Twill waiter Waken warrant she'll prove We'll tak WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY Wit can find wreathe the bowl youth
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37. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
153. oldal - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
49. oldal - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
138. oldal - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay!
75. oldal - WE sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port, The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The lighthouse, the dismantled fort, The wooden houses, quaint and brown.
34. oldal - I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize; Now to the maid who has none, sir: Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
153. oldal - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
137. oldal - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, Waken, lords and ladies gay...
21. oldal - A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.
12. oldal - Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit ; Laughter and wit Flashing so free. Life is but short— When we are gone, Let them sing on, . . . Round the old tree.