The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray: Ballads and talesSmith, Elder, 1869 |
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... leave my wealth , " said Brentford , " Sir Lawyer , as befits ; And portion both their fortunes Unto their several wits . ” " Your Grace knows best , " the lawyer said ; " On your commands I wait . " " Be silent , Sir , " says Brentford ...
... leave my wealth , " said Brentford , " Sir Lawyer , as befits ; And portion both their fortunes Unto their several wits . ” " Your Grace knows best , " the lawyer said ; " On your commands I wait . " " Be silent , Sir , " says Brentford ...
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... leave to you , my Thomas ( " What , all ? " poor Edward said . " Well , well , I should have spent them , And Tom's a prudent head " ) — " I leave to you , my Thomas , — To you IN TRUST for Ned . ” The wrath and consternation What poet ...
... leave to you , my Thomas ( " What , all ? " poor Edward said . " Well , well , I should have spent them , And Tom's a prudent head " ) — " I leave to you , my Thomas , — To you IN TRUST for Ned . ” The wrath and consternation What poet ...
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... Leaves the hue of mustard ; Yonder lay Lough Foyle , Which a storm was whipping , Covering with mist Lake , and shores and shipping . Up and down the hill ( Nothing could be bolder ) , Horse went with a raw Bleeding on his shoulder ...
... Leaves the hue of mustard ; Yonder lay Lough Foyle , Which a storm was whipping , Covering with mist Lake , and shores and shipping . Up and down the hill ( Nothing could be bolder ) , Horse went with a raw Bleeding on his shoulder ...
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... . Sorrows , begone ! Life and its ills , Duns and their bills , Bid we to flee . Come with the dawn , Blue - devil sprite , Leave us to - night , Round the old tree . THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS . " A surgeon of the United 50 BALLADS .
... . Sorrows , begone ! Life and its ills , Duns and their bills , Bid we to flee . Come with the dawn , Blue - devil sprite , Leave us to - night , Round the old tree . THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS . " A surgeon of the United 50 BALLADS .
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... leaves are green . Thus each performs his part , Mamma : the birds have found their voices , The blowing rose a flush , Mamma , her bonny cheek to dye ; And there's sunshine in my heart , Mamma , which wakens and rejoices , And so I ...
... leaves are green . Thus each performs his part , Mamma : the birds have found their voices , The blowing rose a flush , Mamma , her bonny cheek to dye ; And there's sunshine in my heart , Mamma , which wakens and rejoices , And so I ...
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Baroski beat began Bendigo Berry Biggs bill Bludyer blushing Bond Street Bootjack Bouillabaisse Brentford Canute Captain Walker carriage Clarence carriage club coat Cossack cried Crump dear delighted Dennis dine dinner door Eglantine Eglantine's exceedingly eyes fair fellow Fitz-Boodle Fleet prison gentleman glass guineas Haggarty hair hand happy hear heard heart honest honour Howard Walker hundred husband Jack Jemima King knew Lady Pash Lady Thrum laugh Lille little bill look Lord madam mamma married Miss Molloyville Morgiana morning Mossrose mother never night O'Brine o'er once perfumer Pimlico play poor pounds Prince Ravenswing round Saint Shannon shore shout sing Sir George Thrum Slang smiling Snaffle song Street sure sweet tailor tell thee There's thou thought thousand took Tras-os-Montes Twas Vich voice wife wine woman Woolsey young
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Strona 230 - THE play is done ; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter's bell : A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task ; And, when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
Strona 127 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Strona 143 - King Canute was weary-hearted ; he had reigned for years a score, Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more; And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild sea-shore. "'Twixt the Chancellor and Bishop walked the King with steps sedate, Chamberlains and grooms came after, silversticks and goldsticks great, Chaplains, aides-de-camp, and pages, — all the officers of state.
Strona 34 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
Strona 47 - I'd scarce a beard upon my face, And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine?
Strona 232 - So each shall mourn, in life's advance, Dear hopes, dear friends, untimely killed ; Shall grieve for many a forfeit chance, And longing passion unfulfilled. Amen ! whatever fate be sent, Pray God the heart may kindly glow, Although the head with cares be bent, And 'whitened with the winter snow.
Strona 98 - Aux filles de bonnes maisons Comme il avait su plaire, Ses sujets avaient cent raisons De le nommer leur père : D'ailleurs il ne levait de ban Que pour tirer quatre fois l'an Au blanc. Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!
Strona 68 - ... Grizzling hair the brain doth clear; Then you know a boy is an ass, Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to forty year. " Pledge me round, I bid ye declare, All good fellows whose beards are...
Strona 178 - As they hurrood and hollowed him ! The noble Chair* stud at the stair, And bade the dthrums to thump ; and he Did thus evince, to that Black Prince, The welcome of his Company.
Strona 47 - Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine ? Come, waiter, quick ! a flagon crusty — I'll pledge them in the good old wine. THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE.