The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray, Tom 21Smith, Elder, & Company, 1885 |
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... pooty flower of May , Then says the wenerable Duke , " Egad , it's my buthday . " By memory backards borne , Peraps his thoughts did stray To that old place where he was born Upon the first of May . Perhaps he did recal The ancient ...
... pooty flower of May , Then says the wenerable Duke , " Egad , it's my buthday . " By memory backards borne , Peraps his thoughts did stray To that old place where he was born Upon the first of May . Perhaps he did recal The ancient ...
Strona 263
... pooty little Prince . That's come our arts to cheer , Let me my loyal powers ewince A welcomin of you ere . And the Poit - Laureat's crownd , I think , in some respex , Egstremely shootable might be found For honest Pleaseman X. 1 THE ...
... pooty little Prince . That's come our arts to cheer , Let me my loyal powers ewince A welcomin of you ere . And the Poit - Laureat's crownd , I think , in some respex , Egstremely shootable might be found For honest Pleaseman X. 1 THE ...
Strona 264
... Fondling Chapel , Vere the little children sings : ( Lor ! I likes to hear on Sundies Them there pooty little things ! ) In this street there lived a housemaid , If you. 264 THE BALLADS OF POLICEMAN X. THE BALLAD OF ELIZA DAVIS.
... Fondling Chapel , Vere the little children sings : ( Lor ! I likes to hear on Sundies Them there pooty little things ! ) In this street there lived a housemaid , If you. 264 THE BALLADS OF POLICEMAN X. THE BALLAD OF ELIZA DAVIS.
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... ( pooty POLLIES and MARIES ) , Ven ve bring our urdigurdis , smiling from the hairies ? Then they come out vith a slice o ' cole puddn or a bit o ' bacon or so And give it us young horgin - boys for lunch afore we go . Have you ever seen ...
... ( pooty POLLIES and MARIES ) , Ven ve bring our urdigurdis , smiling from the hairies ? Then they come out vith a slice o ' cole puddn or a bit o ' bacon or so And give it us young horgin - boys for lunch afore we go . Have you ever seen ...
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... pooty , pooty ! " says the little girl , capering about , laughing , and dancing , and munching her bun ; and as she ate it she began to sing , " Oh , what fun to have a plum bun ! how I wis it never was done ! " At which , and her ...
... pooty , pooty ! " says the little girl , capering about , laughing , and dancing , and munching her bun ; and as she ate it she began to sing , " Oh , what fun to have a plum bun ! how I wis it never was done ! " At which , and her ...
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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.