Miscellanies: Ballads. The book of snobs. The tremendous adventures of Major Gahagan. The fatal boots. Cox's diaryBradbury & Evans, 1855 |
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... looks in their faces , And asks if her husband is come ? -He is lying all cold on the glacis , And will never more beat on the drum . " Come , drink , ' tis no use to be glum , boys , He died like a soldier - in glory ; Here's a glass ...
... looks in their faces , And asks if her husband is come ? -He is lying all cold on the glacis , And will never more beat on the drum . " Come , drink , ' tis no use to be glum , boys , He died like a soldier - in glory ; Here's a glass ...
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... look'd and so tender , That our officers , privates , and drummers , All vow'd they would die to defend her . But she cared not for us honest fellows , Who fought and who bled in her wars , She sneer'd at our gallant Rochambeau , And ...
... look'd and so tender , That our officers , privates , and drummers , All vow'd they would die to defend her . But she cared not for us honest fellows , Who fought and who bled in her wars , She sneer'd at our gallant Rochambeau , And ...
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... look'd on her like ; And I drumm'd for a gallant procession , That march'd with her head on a pike . " Let's show the pale head to the Queen , We said she'll remember it well ; - She look'd from the bars of her prison , And shriek'd as ...
... look'd on her like ; And I drumm'd for a gallant procession , That march'd with her head on a pike . " Let's show the pale head to the Queen , We said she'll remember it well ; - She look'd from the bars of her prison , And shriek'd as ...
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... look'd when the drumming was o'er , I look'd , but our hero was gone ; We were destined to see him once more , When we fought on the Mount of St. John . The Emperor rode through our files ; ' Twas June , and a fair Sunday morn ; The ...
... look'd when the drumming was o'er , I look'd , but our hero was gone ; We were destined to see him once more , When we fought on the Mount of St. John . The Emperor rode through our files ; ' Twas June , and a fair Sunday morn ; The ...
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... Look yonder , * in his coffin black , There lies the greatest of them all ! To pluck him down , and keep him up , Died many million human souls ; ' Tis twelve o'clock , and time to sup , Bid Mary heap the fire with coals . He captured ...
... Look yonder , * in his coffin black , There lies the greatest of them all ! To pluck him down , and keep him up , Died many million human souls ; ' Tis twelve o'clock , and time to sup , Bid Mary heap the fire with coals . He captured ...
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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...