The Oxford Thackeray: With Illustrations, Wydanie 76,Tom 7H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1829 |
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... land ; His audience laugh'd at the story , And vow'd that their captain was grand ! He had fought the red English , he said , In many a battle of Spain ; They cursed the red English , and pray'd To meet them and fight them again . He ...
... land ; His audience laugh'd at the story , And vow'd that their captain was grand ! He had fought the red English , he said , In many a battle of Spain ; They cursed the red English , and pray'd To meet them and fight them again . He ...
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... land of Brentford I'm lord , and eke of Kew : I've three per cents and five per cents ; My debts are but a few ; And to inherit after me I have but children two . ' Prince Thomas is my eldest son , A sober 16 BALLADS The King of ...
... land of Brentford I'm lord , and eke of Kew : I've three per cents and five per cents ; My debts are but a few ; And to inherit after me I have but children two . ' Prince Thomas is my eldest son , A sober 16 BALLADS The King of ...
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... lands are wide , And plenty is my gold , Still better gifts from Nature , My Thomas , do you hold- A brain that's thick and heavy , A heart that's dull and cold . ' Too dull to feel depression , Too hard to 20 BALLADS.
... lands are wide , And plenty is my gold , Still better gifts from Nature , My Thomas , do you hold- A brain that's thick and heavy , A heart that's dull and cold . ' Too dull to feel depression , Too hard to 20 BALLADS.
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... lands and tenements , My parks , my farms , and orchards , My houses and my rents , My Dutch stock and my Spanish stock , My five and three per cents ; ' I leave to you , my Thomas ' ( ' What , all ? poor Edward said ; ' Well , well , I ...
... lands and tenements , My parks , my farms , and orchards , My houses and my rents , My Dutch stock and my Spanish stock , My five and three per cents ; ' I leave to you , my Thomas ' ( ' What , all ? poor Edward said ; ' Well , well , I ...
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... land , And rides the forest green - a hawk upon her hand , An ambling palfrey white - a golden robe and crown ; I've seen her in my dreams - riding up and down ; And heard the ogre laugh - as she fell into his snare , At the little ...
... land , And rides the forest green - a hawk upon her hand , An ambling palfrey white - a golden robe and crown ; I've seen her in my dreams - riding up and down ; And heard the ogre laugh - as she fell into his snare , At the little ...
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BALLADS Bareacres battle beat blushing Bolton Row Bouillabaisse boys brave Brentford Buckley Square cane-bottomed chair Canute Captain church Cossacks cried crown cursed dear dinner drink drum Duke Duke of Nemours English eyes fair father fight Fitzroy Fraser's Magazine gallant Gashleigh gate gent gentle gentleman greenwood tree guzzling Hangelina Hayes hear heard heart Heaven honest honour Jack Jeames John John Hayes King King Canute Kioff lady Lille Limavaddy little Bill look Lord Louis Majesty Mary Miscellanies ne'er never night noble O'Brine o'er palace Pimlico Pluche Plush poem poet poor pray pretty Prince Punch Queen Rebecca and Rowena Rosa round Royal saint says Shannon shore sing smiling Sophia sure sweet thee There's thou thought thousand thousand guineas Timmins took town Twas White Squall wine wondrous young
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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.