Miscellanies: Prose and Verse, Tom 1

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J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1866
 

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Strona 30 - Most pitifully shaken; And the steward jumps up, and hastens For the necessary basins. Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered, And they knelt, and moaned, and shivered, As the plunging waters met them, And splashed and overset them; And they call in their emergence Upon countless saints and virgins ; And their marrowbones are
Strona 44 - Who love all sorts of natural beauties, Should love good victuals and good drinks. And Cordelier or Benedictine Might gladly, sure, his lot embrace, Nor find a fast-day too afflicting, I wonder if the house still there is ? Yes, here the lamp is, as before; The smiling red-cheeked ecaillere is Still opening oysters at the door,
Strona 47 - 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. Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit; Laughter and wit
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
Strona 46 - 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 kind old voices and old faces My memory can quick retrace; Around the board they take their places, And share
Strona 87 - ought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. 'Tis true he might amuse himself thus,
Strona 56 - old slippers that toast at the bars, And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars, Away from the world and its toils and its cares, I've a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs. To mount to this realm is a toil, to be sure, But the
Strona 64 - missed, Ere yet ever a month is gone. Gillian's dead, God rest her bier, How I loved her twenty years syne! Marian's married, but I sit here Alone and merry at Forty Year, Dipping my nose in the Gascon wine.
Strona 44 - 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. 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,
Strona 155 - bid you play; Good night! with honest gentle hearts A kindly greeting go alway ! Good night!—I'd say, the griefs, the joys, Just hinted in this mimic page, The trinmphs and defeats of boys, Are but repeated in our age.

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