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Strona 9
... There rises an obelisk tall . There rises an obelisk tall ; All garnished and gilded the base is ; " Tis surely the gayest of all Our beautiful city's gay places . “ Around it are gardens and flowers , And the cities of France on their ...
... There rises an obelisk tall . There rises an obelisk tall ; All garnished and gilded the base is ; " Tis surely the gayest of all Our beautiful city's gay places . “ Around it are gardens and flowers , And the cities of France on their ...
Strona 15
... There's never a baby in France But has heard of our chief and our glory , But has heard of our chief and our fame , His sorrows and triumphs can tell , How bravely Napoleon conquered , How bravely and sadly he fell . " It makes my old ...
... There's never a baby in France But has heard of our chief and our glory , But has heard of our chief and our fame , His sorrows and triumphs can tell , How bravely Napoleon conquered , How bravely and sadly he fell . " It makes my old ...
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... there still . - 66 Go to ! I will tell you no more ; - You know how the battle was lost . Ho ! fetch me a beaker of wine , And , comrades , I'll give you a toast . I'll give you a curse on all traitors , Who plotted our Emperor's ruin ...
... there still . - 66 Go to ! I will tell you no more ; - You know how the battle was lost . Ho ! fetch me a beaker of wine , And , comrades , I'll give you a toast . I'll give you a curse on all traitors , Who plotted our Emperor's ruin ...
Strona 21
... There's not a single bard that writes , But doth the glorious theme renew . And while in fashion picturesque , The ... there The history of the self - same knocks Here roughly sung by Drummer Pierre . Of battles fierce and warriors big ...
... There's not a single bard that writes , But doth the glorious theme renew . And while in fashion picturesque , The ... there The history of the self - same knocks Here roughly sung by Drummer Pierre . Of battles fierce and warriors big ...
Strona 23
... hair . Your orthodox historian puts In foremost rank the soldier thus , The red - coat bully in his boots , That hides the march of men from us . He puts him there in foremost rank , You wonder THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM . 23.
... hair . Your orthodox historian puts In foremost rank the soldier thus , The red - coat bully in his boots , That hides the march of men from us . He puts him there in foremost rank , You wonder THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM . 23.
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Strona 106 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Strona 84 - THERE lived a sage in days of yore And he a handsome pigtail wore ; But wondered much and sorrowed more Because it hung behind him. He mused upon this curious case, And swore he'd change the pigtail's place, And have it hanging at his face, Not dangling there behind him. Says he, " The mystery I've found, — I'll turn me round," — he turned him round; But still it hung behind him.
Strona 151 - Bahawther was ! 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 208 - With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve in corduroys. And if, in time of sacred youth, We learned at home to love and pray, Pray Heaven that early Love and Truth May never wholly pass away. And in the world, as in the school, I'd...
Strona 16 - 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 209 - 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 52 - 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.
Strona 53 - Benedictine Might gladly, sure, his lot embrace; Nor find a fast-day too afflicting, Which served him up a Bouillabaisse. 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 30 - THE WHITE SQUALL On deck, beneath the awning, I dozing lay and yawning ; It was the gray of dawning, Ere yet the sun arose ; And above the funnel's roaring, And the fitful wind's deploring, I heard the cabin snoring With universal nose. I could hear the passengers snorting I envied their disporting — Vainly I was courting The pleasure of a doze...
Strona 207 - I'd say, the griefs, the joys, Just hinted in this mimic page, The triumphs and defeats of boys, Are but repeated in our age.