The Oxford Thackeray: With Illustrations, Wydanie 76,Tom 7H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1829 |
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... shores , and shipping . Up and down the hill ( Nothing could be bolder ) , Horse went with a raw Bleeding on his shoulder . Where are horses changed ? ' Said I to the laddy Driving on the box : Sir , at Limavaddy . ' Limavaddy inn's But ...
... shores , and shipping . Up and down the hill ( Nothing could be bolder ) , Horse went with a raw Bleeding on his shoulder . Where are horses changed ? ' Said I to the laddy Driving on the box : Sir , at Limavaddy . ' Limavaddy inn's But ...
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... shores The winds of Austral winter sweep , And thousands lie in midnight sleep At rest to - day . Oh , awful is that crown of yours , Queen of innumerable realms , Sitting beneath the budding elms Of English May ! A wondrous sceptre ...
... shores The winds of Austral winter sweep , And thousands lie in midnight sleep At rest to - day . Oh , awful is that crown of yours , Queen of innumerable realms , Sitting beneath the budding elms Of English May ! A wondrous sceptre ...
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... shore ! From Rhine and Danube , Rhone and Seine , As rivers from their sources gush , The swelling floods of nations rush , And seaward pour : From coast to coast in friendly chain , With countless ships we bridge the straits , And ...
... shore ! From Rhine and Danube , Rhone and Seine , As rivers from their sources gush , The swelling floods of nations rush , And seaward pour : From coast to coast in friendly chain , With countless ships we bridge the straits , And ...
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... shore . In armour bright , by day and night , The sentries they paced to and fro . Well guarded and walled was this town , and called By different names , I'd have you to know ; For if you looks in the g'ography books , In those ...
... shore . In armour bright , by day and night , The sentries they paced to and fro . Well guarded and walled was this town , and called By different names , I'd have you to know ; For if you looks in the g'ography books , In those ...
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... shore . Run swiftly to - day , lads , if ever you ran , - Put out your best leg , Hyacinthus , my man : And I'll lay five to two that you carry us through , Only scamper as fast as you can . ' XVIII Away went the priest through the ...
... shore . Run swiftly to - day , lads , if ever you ran , - Put out your best leg , Hyacinthus , my man : And I'll lay five to two that you carry us through , Only scamper as fast as you can . ' XVIII Away went the priest through the ...
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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.
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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...
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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.