The Oxford Thackeray: With Illustrations, Wydanie 76,Tom 7H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1829 |
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... gave samples in the first volume , is much above ' crambo ' level but they supplied practice . Soon , too , he took to translation , or at least rather free adaptation , and as has been seen , his first certain contribution to Fraser ...
... gave samples in the first volume , is much above ' crambo ' level but they supplied practice . Soon , too , he took to translation , or at least rather free adaptation , and as has been seen , his first certain contribution to Fraser ...
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... gave her an axe and a beam , And a plank and a basket or so . ' Awful , and proud , and erect , Here sat our republican goddess ; Each morning her table we deck'd With dainty aristocrats ' bodies . The people each day flock'd around ...
... gave her an axe and a beam , And a plank and a basket or so . ' Awful , and proud , and erect , Here sat our republican goddess ; Each morning her table we deck'd With dainty aristocrats ' bodies . The people each day flock'd around ...
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... gave it ; ( God bless him ! ) it covers a blow ; I had it at Austerlitz fight , As I beat on my drum in the snow . ' ' Twas thus that we conquered and fought ; But wherefore continue the story ? There's never a baby in France But has ...
... gave it ; ( God bless him ! ) it covers a blow ; I had it at Austerlitz fight , As I beat on my drum in the snow . ' ' Twas thus that we conquered and fought ; But wherefore continue the story ? There's never a baby in France But has ...
Strona 11
... gave . " Dear eagle ! he said , may this kiss Long sound in the hearts of the brave ! " Twas thus that Napoleon left us ; " " Our people were weeping and mute , As he pass'd through the lines of his guard , And our drums beat the notes ...
... gave . " Dear eagle ! he said , may this kiss Long sound in the hearts of the brave ! " Twas thus that Napoleon left us ; " " Our people were weeping and mute , As he pass'd through the lines of his guard , And our drums beat the notes ...
Strona 53
... gave him what he asked them ; from King to King he spake , As one that plighted word and seal not knoweth how to break : ' Let me pass from out my deserts , be't mine own choice where to go ; I brook no fettered life to live , a captive ...
... gave him what he asked them ; from King to King he spake , As one that plighted word and seal not knoweth how to break : ' Let me pass from out my deserts , be't mine own choice where to go ; I brook no fettered life to live , a captive ...
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Strona 76 - 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 52 - I'd say your woes were not less keen, Your hopes more vain than those of men, Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen At forty-five played o'er again. I'd say we suffer and we strive, Not less nor more as men than boys, With grizzled beards at forty-five As erst at twelve in corduroys ; And if, in time of sacred youth, We learned at home to love and pray, Pray Heaven that early love and truth May never wholly pass away.
Strona 54 - This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is — A sort of soup or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes, That Greenwich never could outdo ; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace : All these you eat at TERRE'S tavern, In that one dish of Bouillabaisse.
Strona 254 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer cloud Without our special wonder...
Strona 50 - ALTHOUGH I enter not, Yet round about the spot Ofttimes I hover ! And near the sacred gate With longing eyes I wait, Expectant of her. The Minster bell tolls out Above the city's rout, And noise and humming : They've...
Strona 41 - HO, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win : This is the way that boys begin — Wait till you come to Forty Year.
Strona 43 - Happy we'll be ! Drink, every one; Pile up the coals, Fill the red bowls, Round the old tree ! Drain we the cup. — Friend, art afraid ? Spirits are laid In the Red Sea. Mantle it up ; Empty it yet; Let us forget, Round the old tree. 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 States...
Strona 36 - Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir a la chandelle, Assise aupres du feu, devidant et filant, Direz chantant mes vers, en vous esmerveillant; "Ronsard me celebroit du temps que j'estois belle.
Strona 53 - THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE. A STREET there is in Paris famous, For which no rhyme our language yields, Rue Neuve des Petits Champs its name is — The New Street of the Little Fields. And here's an inn, not rich and splendid, But still in comfortable case ; The which in youth I oft attended, To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse.
Strona 151 - 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.