Miscellanies: Ballads. The book of snobs. The tremendous adventures of Major Gahagan. The fatal boots. Cox's diaryBradbury & Evans, 1855 |
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... There rises an obelisk tall . There rises an obelisk tall , All garnish'd and gilded the base is , ' Tis surely the gayest of all Our beautiful city's gay places . " Around it are gardens and flowers , And the cities of France on their ...
... There rises an obelisk tall . There rises an obelisk tall , All garnish'd and gilded the base is , ' Tis surely the gayest of all Our beautiful city's gay places . " Around it are gardens and flowers , And the cities of France on their ...
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... There's never a baby in France But has heard of our chief and our glory , — But has heard of our chief and our fame , His sorrows and triumphs can tell , How bravely Napoleon conquer'd , How bravely and sadly he fell . " It makes my old ...
... There's never a baby in France But has heard of our chief and our glory , — But has heard of our chief and our fame , His sorrows and triumphs can tell , How bravely Napoleon conquer'd , How bravely and sadly he fell . " It makes my old ...
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... There's not a single bard that writes , But doth the glorious theme renew . And while in fashion picturesque , The poet rhymes of blood and blows , The grave historian , at his desk , Describes the same in classic prose . Go read the ...
... There's not a single bard that writes , But doth the glorious theme renew . And while in fashion picturesque , The poet rhymes of blood and blows , The grave historian , at his desk , Describes the same in classic prose . Go read the ...
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... There's JACK has made a wondrous marriage There's laughing Tom is laughing yet ; There's brave AUGUSTUS drives his carriage ; There's poor old FRED in the Gazette ; On JAMES's head the grass is growing : Good Lord ! the world has wagged ...
... There's JACK has made a wondrous marriage There's laughing Tom is laughing yet ; There's brave AUGUSTUS drives his carriage ; There's poor old FRED in the Gazette ; On JAMES's head the grass is growing : Good Lord ! the world has wagged ...
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... There's one that I love and I cherish the best ; For the finest of couches that's padded with hair I never would ... there , I bless thee and love thee , old cane - bottom'd chair . If chairs have but feeling , in holding such charms , A ...
... There's one that I love and I cherish the best ; For the finest of couches that's padded with hair I never would ... there , I bless thee and love thee , old cane - bottom'd chair . If chairs have but feeling , in holding such charms , A ...
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Strona 87 - 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 64 - Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter THE LAST OF MAY.
Strona 47 - 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 plume Sang, in its bloom ; Night-birds are we : Here we carouse, Singing, like them, Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree.
Strona 62 - 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 46 - 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.
Strona 45 - The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulder — 'Monsieur is dead this many a day.
Strona 63 - Kneel, undisturb'd, fair Saint! . Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly ; I will not enter there, ^To sully your pure prayer With thoughts unruly. But suffer me to pace Round the forbidden place, Lingering a minute Like outcast spirits who wait And see through heaven's gate Angels within it THE AGE OF WISDOM.
Strona 159 - 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 32 - 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 39 - Row, And cantered o'er it to and fro : And see 'tis done ! As though 'twere by a wizard's rod A blazing arch of lucid glass Leaps like a fountain from the grass To meet the sun...