Poems of Wit and HumourE. Moxon, 1847 - 282 oldal |
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12. oldal
... ; For the language of Wisdom , and Virtue , and Truth , And the sweet little innocent prattle of youth : Not to mention the striking of clocks— Cackle of hens - crowing of cocks- Lowing of cow 12 A TALE OF A TRUMPET .
... ; For the language of Wisdom , and Virtue , and Truth , And the sweet little innocent prattle of youth : Not to mention the striking of clocks— Cackle of hens - crowing of cocks- Lowing of cow 12 A TALE OF A TRUMPET .
25. oldal
... come Should they ever get weary of shamming dumb ! Alas ! for the Voice of Virtue and Truth , And the sweet little innocent prattle of youth ! The smallest urchin whose tongue could tang , Shock'd the A TALE OF A TRUMPET . 25.
... come Should they ever get weary of shamming dumb ! Alas ! for the Voice of Virtue and Truth , And the sweet little innocent prattle of youth ! The smallest urchin whose tongue could tang , Shock'd the A TALE OF A TRUMPET . 25.
96. oldal
... sweet , -but , alas ! in vain , My desperate fancy begs , — I must turn my cup of sorrows quite up , And drink it to the dregs , - For there is not another man alive , In the world , to pull my legs ! THE SEASON . SUMMER ' S gone and ...
... sweet , -but , alas ! in vain , My desperate fancy begs , — I must turn my cup of sorrows quite up , And drink it to the dregs , - For there is not another man alive , In the world , to pull my legs ! THE SEASON . SUMMER ' S gone and ...
113. oldal
... For Julio underneath the lattice play'd His Deh Vieni , and such amorous airs , Born only underneath Italian skies , Where every fiddle has a Bridge of Sighs . XVI . Sweet was the tune - the words were I BIANCA'S DREAM . 113.
... For Julio underneath the lattice play'd His Deh Vieni , and such amorous airs , Born only underneath Italian skies , Where every fiddle has a Bridge of Sighs . XVI . Sweet was the tune - the words were I BIANCA'S DREAM . 113.
114. oldal
Thomas Hood. XVI . Sweet was the tune - the words were even sweeter- Praising her eyes , her lips , her nose , her hair , With all the common tropes wherewith in metre The hackney poets overcharge their fair . Her shape was like Diana's ...
Thomas Hood. XVI . Sweet was the tune - the words were even sweeter- Praising her eyes , her lips , her nose , her hair , With all the common tropes wherewith in metre The hackney poets overcharge their fair . Her shape was like Diana's ...
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66 Lullaby 66 Straight BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER began beggar Bianca BLACK FOREST bloody boat bound in morocco breath call'd cloth cold copper cried Crooked Lane curse d'ye think Dame Eleanor dark deaf dear Devil doth dream EDITION EDWARD MOXON Eleanor Spearing elegantly bound ESSAYS OF ELIA ev'ry eyes fair fancy Glorious Apollers Gog and Magog grim Grundy hand head hear heard heart horn horrid horse huckaback Hyæna Julio Lady legs LEIGH HUNT LENOX LIBRARY look look'd Lord maid Mare Meanwhile Monday mouth Nelly Gray never night o'er once pitch Portrait and Vignette price 16s PUBLISHED BY EDWARD roar round the Square Sally Brown seem'd sight sing smile song sooty sounds Sunday sweet tender There's thing THOMAS HOOD Thou thro till Monday Tinnitus tongue Trumpet turn'd Twas volume 8vo Whilst wild young Fridolin zounds
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138. oldal - One end he tied around a beam, And then removed his pegs, And, as his legs were off, — of course, He soon was off his legs! And there he hung till he was dead As any nail in town, — For though distress had cut him up, It could not cut him down! A dozen men sat on his corpse, To find out why he died — And they buried Ben in four crossroads. With a stake in his inside!
229. oldal - No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick (I knew so many cakes would make him sick).
134. oldal - Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms ; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, 5 Said he, "Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot...
104. oldal - I'd follow him ; But oh ! — I'm not a fish-woman, And so I cannot swim. " Alas ! I was not born beneath The Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, And walk about in Wales.
158. oldal - What d'ye think of that, my Cat ? What d'ye think of that, my Dog...
228. oldal - Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy ! In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, Thou idol of thy parents...
257. oldal - It is the king's highway, that we are in, and in this way it is that thou hast placed the lions." — BUNYAS. I. WHAT ! shut the Gardens ! lock the latticed gate ! Refuse the shilling and the Fellow's ticket ! And hang a wooden notice up to state, " On Sundays no admittance at this wicket ! " The Birds, the Beasts, and all the Reptile race Denied to friends and visitors till Monday!
135. oldal - But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off! "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm ? The love that loves a scarlet coat, Should be more uniform!
268. oldal - How well to rise while nights and larks are flyingFor my part getting up seems not so easy By half as lying. What if the lark does carol in the sky, Soaring beyond the sight to find him out — Wherefore am I to rise at such a fly ? I'm not a trout. Talk not to me of bees and such like hums...