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Strona 41
... comes the smoking Bouillabaisse ! THE MAHOGANY TREE . CHRISTMAS is here : Winds whistle shrill , Icy and chill , Little care we : Little we fear Weather without , Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree . Once on the boughs Birds of rare ...
... comes the smoking Bouillabaisse ! THE MAHOGANY TREE . CHRISTMAS is here : Winds whistle shrill , Icy and chill , Little care we : Little we fear Weather without , Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree . Once on the boughs Birds of rare ...
Strona 47
... comes the postman and the sun , The indefatigable ink must run . " Go back , my pretty little gilded tome , To a fair mistress and a pleasant home , Where soft hearts greet us whensoe'er we come ! " Dear , friendly eyes , with constant ...
... comes the postman and the sun , The indefatigable ink must run . " Go back , my pretty little gilded tome , To a fair mistress and a pleasant home , Where soft hearts greet us whensoe'er we come ! " Dear , friendly eyes , with constant ...
Strona 51
... burn low , and the company's gone , In the silence of night as I sit here alone I sit here alone , but we yet are a pair- My Fanny I see in my cane - bottom'd chair . She comes from the past and revisits my room ; BALLADS . 51.
... burn low , and the company's gone , In the silence of night as I sit here alone I sit here alone , but we yet are a pair- My Fanny I see in my cane - bottom'd chair . She comes from the past and revisits my room ; BALLADS . 51.
Strona 52
William Makepeace Thackeray. She comes from the past and revisits my room ; She looks as she then did , all beauty and bloom ; So smiling and tender , so fresh and so fair , And yonder she sits in my cane - bottom'd chair . PISCATOR AND ...
William Makepeace Thackeray. She comes from the past and revisits my room ; She looks as she then did , all beauty and bloom ; So smiling and tender , so fresh and so fair , And yonder she sits in my cane - bottom'd chair . PISCATOR AND ...
Strona 56
... comes at last , Timid , and stepping fast , And hastening hither , With modest eyes downcast : She comes she's here she's past - - May heaven go with her ! Kneel , undisturb'd , fair Saint ! Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and ...
... comes at last , Timid , and stepping fast , And hastening hither , With modest eyes downcast : She comes she's here she's past - - May heaven go with her ! Kneel , undisturb'd , fair Saint ! Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and ...
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Strona 47 - He'll send you to your mistress presently. " And thus with thankful heart he closes you ; Blessing the happy hour when a friend he knew So gentle, and so generous, and so true. " Nor pass the words as idle phrases by ; Stranger ! I never writ a flattery, Nor sign'd the page that register'da lie.
Strona 41 - I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup. I drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes : Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times.
Strona 42 - 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.
Strona 78 - Et sur un âne, pas à pas, Parcourait son royaume. Joyeux, simple et croyant le bien, Pour toute garde il n'avait rien Qu'un chien. Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! &c.
Strona 41 - Ah me ! how quick the days are flitting ! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place - but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me - There's no one now to share my cup.
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Strona 142 - This Gineral great then tuck his sate, With all the other ginerals (Bedad, his troat, his belt, his coat, All bleezed with precious minerals) ; And as he there, with princely air, Recloinin on his cushion was, All round about his royal chair The squeezin and the pushin was.