The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray, Tom 21Smith, Elder, & Company, 1885 |
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... morning her table we deck'd With dainty aristocrats ' bodies . The people each day flocked around As she sat at her meat and her wine : ' Twas always the use of our nation To witness the sovereign dine . " Young virgins with fair golden ...
... morning her table we deck'd With dainty aristocrats ' bodies . The people each day flocked around As she sat at her meat and her wine : ' Twas always the use of our nation To witness the sovereign dine . " Young virgins with fair golden ...
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... mornings A - dawdling with the Muse : While Tom frequents his banker , Young Ned frequents the Jews . " Ned drives about in buggies , Tom sometimes takes a ' bus ; Ah , cruel fate , why made you My children differ thus ? Why make of Tom ...
... mornings A - dawdling with the Muse : While Tom frequents his banker , Young Ned frequents the Jews . " Ned drives about in buggies , Tom sometimes takes a ' bus ; Ah , cruel fate , why made you My children differ thus ? Why make of Tom ...
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... morning , Or loitering to dine , Or dozing in the shade , Or basking in the shine . " Your little steady eyes , Tom , Though not so bright as those That restless round about him His flashing genius throws , Are excellently suited To ...
... morning , Or loitering to dine , Or dozing in the shade , Or basking in the shine . " Your little steady eyes , Tom , Though not so bright as those That restless round about him His flashing genius throws , Are excellently suited To ...
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... Morning Paper . VE Yankee volunteers ! YE It makes my bosom bleed When I your story read , Though oft ' tis told one . So - in both hemispheres The women are untrue , And cruel in the New , As in the Old one ! What - in this company Of ...
... Morning Paper . VE Yankee volunteers ! YE It makes my bosom bleed When I your story read , Though oft ' tis told one . So - in both hemispheres The women are untrue , And cruel in the New , As in the Old one ! What - in this company Of ...
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... morning when Fanny sat there , I bless thee and love thee , old cane - bottom'd chair . If chairs have but feeling , in holding such charms , A thrill must have pass'd through your wither'd old arms ! I look'd , and I long'd , and I ...
... morning when Fanny sat there , I bless thee and love thee , old cane - bottom'd chair . If chairs have but feeling , in holding such charms , A thrill must have pass'd through your wither'd old arms ! I look'd , and I long'd , and I ...
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Strona 129 - THE play is done ; the curtain drops, Slow falling, to the prompter's bell : A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task ; And when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
Strona 81 - 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.
Strona 54 - 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 204 - King Canute was weary-hearted ; he had reigned for years a score, Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more; And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild sea-shore. "'Twixt the Chancellor and Bishop walked the King with steps sedate, Chamberlains and grooms came after, silversticks and goldsticks great, Chaplains, aides-de-camp, and pages, — all the officers of state.
Strona 39 - 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 77 - 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 hushed the Minster bell ; The organ 'gins to swell — She's coming, she's coming...
Strona 78 - ... fast, And hastening hither, With modest eyes downcast : She comes — she's here — she's past May Heaven go with her ! Kneel, undisturbed, 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 liound 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 50 - The people hum from floor to roof, With Babel tongue. The fountain in the basin plays, The chanting organ echoes clear, An awful chorus 'tis to hear, A wondrous song...
Strona 131 - 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 128 - There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain's biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator They'd nothing left but one split pea. Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, " I am extremely hungaree." To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, " We Ve nothing left, us must eat we.