Poems and Ballads, SelectedRidgewood Press, 1902 - 139 |
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... mother brought me on her neck , And we came in the year fifty - seven To guard the good town of Quebec . " In the year fifty - nine came the Britons- Full well I remember the day- They knocked at our gates for admittance , Their vessels ...
... mother brought me on her neck , And we came in the year fifty - seven To guard the good town of Quebec . " In the year fifty - nine came the Britons- Full well I remember the day- They knocked at our gates for admittance , Their vessels ...
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... mothers clutched their children ; The men sung " Allah ! Illah ! Mashallah Bismillah ! " As the warring waters doused them And splashed them and soused them ; And they called upon the Prophet , And thought but little of it . Then all ...
... mothers clutched their children ; The men sung " Allah ! Illah ! Mashallah Bismillah ! " As the warring waters doused them And splashed them and soused them ; And they called upon the Prophet , And thought but little of it . Then all ...
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... turf is , Roaring to the pot Which bubbles with the murphies ; ) And the cradled babe Fond the mother nursed it , Singing it a song As she twists the worsted . Up and down the stair Two more young ones patter Peg of Limavaddy 45.
... turf is , Roaring to the pot Which bubbles with the murphies ; ) And the cradled babe Fond the mother nursed it , Singing it a song As she twists the worsted . Up and down the stair Two more young ones patter Peg of Limavaddy 45.
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... sac- rilegious fires ; Mothers weeping , virgins screaming vainly for their slaughtered sires . " " Such a tender conscience , " cries the Bishop , " every one admires . " But for such unpleasant bygones , cease , my 80 King Canute.
... sac- rilegious fires ; Mothers weeping , virgins screaming vainly for their slaughtered sires . " " Such a tender conscience , " cries the Bishop , " every one admires . " But for such unpleasant bygones , cease , my 80 King Canute.
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... Mother Church : Never , never does she leave her benefactors in the lurch . " Look ! the land is crowned with minsters which your Grace's bounty raised , Abbeys filled with holy men , where you and Heaven are daily praised : You , my ...
... Mother Church : Never , never does she leave her benefactors in the lurch . " Look ! the land is crowned with minsters which your Grace's bounty raised , Abbeys filled with holy men , where you and Heaven are daily praised : You , my ...
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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.