Co mówią ludzie - Napisz recenzję
Nie znaleziono żadnych recenzji w standardowych lokalizacjach.
Inne wydania - Wyświetl wszystko
Ballads beat beautiful beer bell Bill Bouillabaisse boys Brentford bright British brought Brown Buckley Square called Canute chair cold Company Coort curse dear drum Eliza eyes face fair famed feel fight girls gone gray hair hall hand head hear heard heart Jack Jeames keep King lady land laugh lawyer leave letters Lille Limavaddy lived looked Lord maid marched Mary master Miss Mother never night noble o'er once paint pale pass pawn peace Pleaseman poor pound pray Presently Prince Queen Quiévrain remember Ridgewood Roney round Saint says silver jews sing smiled stand Star stood street sure sweet Pimlico tell tender thee There's thim things Thomas thou thought thousand took town tree turned Twas twenty Vich vith waves weary wreath young
Strona 70 - Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Grizzling hair the brain doth clear — Then you know a boy is an ass, Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to Forty Year.
Strona 54 - Come, waiter ! quick, a flagon crusty — I'll pledge them in the good old wine. The kind old voices and old faces, My memory can quick retrace ; Around the board they take their places, And share the wine and Bouillabaisse. 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 apace Since here we set the Claret flowing,...
Strona 23 - ... wonder at his cap of hair ; You hear his sabre's cursed clank, His spurs are jingling everywhere. Go to ! I hate him and his trade. Who bade us so to cringe and bend, And all God's peaceful people made To such as him subservient ? Tell me what find we to admire In epaulets and scarlet coats — In men, because they load and fire, And know the art of cutting throats...
Strona 42 - How he beat the storm to laughter ; For well he knew his vessel With that vain wind could wrestle ; And when a wreck we thought her And doomed ourselves to slaughter, How gaily he fought her, And through the hubbub brought her, And, as the tempest caught her, Cried, " GEORGE ! SOME BRANDY AND WATER...
Strona 128 - 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.
Strona 51 - 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 53 - Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine ? Come, waiter, quick ! a flagon crusty — I'll pledge them in the good old wine. THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE.
Strona 64 - I wish'd myself turn'd to a cane-bottom'd chair. It was but a moment she sat in this place, She'da scarf on her neck, and a smile on her face ! A smile on her face, and a rose in her hair, And she sat there, and...
Strona 30 - I had for Neddy, But none for thee, my Tom : Sobriety and order You ne'er departed from. " Ned hath a brilliant genius. And thou a plodding brain ; On thee I think with pleasure, On him with doubt and pain.
Strona 34 - He never helped his brother ; The poor he ne'er befriended ; He hath no need of property Who knows not how to spend it. " ' Poor Edward knows but how to spend, And thrifty Tom to hoard ; Let Thomas be the steward then, And Edward be the lord ; And as the honest labourer Is worthy his reward, " ' I pray Prince Ned, my second son, And my successor dear.