Humorous poems by English and American writersWilliam Michael Rossetti Ward, Lock, & Company, 1878 - 488 oldal |
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... pain , But to here purpose shul they never attain . A man may lightly learn , if he have aught , To multiply , and bring his good to naught . Lo , such a lucre is in this lusty game ! A manne's mirth it wol turn into grame , And empty ...
... pain , But to here purpose shul they never attain . A man may lightly learn , if he have aught , To multiply , and bring his good to naught . Lo , such a lucre is in this lusty game ! A manne's mirth it wol turn into grame , And empty ...
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... pain . Certes such cry ne lamentation Was never of ladies made whan Ilion Was won , and Pyrrhus with his streitè3 swerd , Whan he had hent King Priam by the berd , And slaw him ( as saith us Eneïdos ) , As maden all the hennes in the ...
... pain . Certes such cry ne lamentation Was never of ladies made whan Ilion Was won , and Pyrrhus with his streitè3 swerd , Whan he had hent King Priam by the berd , And slaw him ( as saith us Eneïdos ) , As maden all the hennes in the ...
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... pain . " The steward said : " Withouten doubt , And ever I may win out , I will break her brain ! " " Fellow , let be , and say not so ; For thou shalt work or ever thou go , - Thy words thou turn again . Fain thou shalt be so to do ...
... pain . " The steward said : " Withouten doubt , And ever I may win out , I will break her brain ! " " Fellow , let be , and say not so ; For thou shalt work or ever thou go , - Thy words thou turn again . Fain thou shalt be so to do ...
39. oldal
... pain . I pray you help that we were out ; And I will swear withouten doubt Never to come here again . " The lady spake the wife until , And said : " Dame , if it be your will , What do these meyne here ? " " The carpenter's wife her ...
... pain . I pray you help that we were out ; And I will swear withouten doubt Never to come here again . " The lady spake the wife until , And said : " Dame , if it be your will , What do these meyne here ? " " The carpenter's wife her ...
43. oldal
... pain . Divers do judge as they do trow , Some of pleasure and some of woe , Yet , for all that , nothing they know , But I am as I am , wheresoever I go . But , since judgers do thus decay , Let every man his judgment say ; I will it ...
... pain . Divers do judge as they do trow , Some of pleasure and some of woe , Yet , for all that , nothing they know , But I am as I am , wheresoever I go . But , since judgers do thus decay , Let every man his judgment say ; I will it ...
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Humorous poems by English and American writers William Michael Rossetti Nincs elérhető előnézet - 1878 |
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79. oldal - 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.
220. oldal - Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws...
192. oldal - 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!
125. oldal - 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.
469. oldal - 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...
150. oldal - 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.
380. oldal - 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...
460. oldal - 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.
141. oldal - 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.
150. oldal - 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.