BalladsBradbury and Evans, 1856 - 228 |
Z wnętrza książki
Wyniki 1 - 5 z 12
Strona 15
... side of Murat . " And so did old Peter continue His story of twenty brave years ; His audience followed with comments Rude comments of curses and tears . - He told how the Prussians in vain Had died in THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM . 15.
... side of Murat . " And so did old Peter continue His story of twenty brave years ; His audience followed with comments Rude comments of curses and tears . - He told how the Prussians in vain Had died in THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM . 15.
Strona 18
... brave ! ' ' Twas thus that Napoleon left us ; Our people were weeping and mute , And he passed through the lines of his guard , And our drums beat the notes of salute . * * " I looked when the drumming was o'er , I looked , but our hero ...
... brave ! ' ' Twas thus that Napoleon left us ; Our people were weeping and mute , And he passed through the lines of his guard , And our drums beat the notes of salute . * * " I looked when the drumming was o'er , I looked , but our hero ...
Strona 40
... brave Iberia bowling Before the break of day When A SQUALL , upon a sudden , Came o'er the waters scudding ; And the clouds began to gather , And the sea was lashed to lather , And the lowering thunder grumbled , And the lightning ...
... brave Iberia bowling Before the break of day When A SQUALL , upon a sudden , Came o'er the waters scudding ; And the clouds began to gather , And the sea was lashed to lather , And the lowering thunder grumbled , And the lightning ...
Strona 58
... cries his prayer . Look yonder where the engines toil ; These England's arms of conquest are , The trophies of her bloodless war : Brave weapons these . Victorious over wave and soil , With these she sails 58 MAY DAY ODE .
... cries his prayer . Look yonder where the engines toil ; These England's arms of conquest are , The trophies of her bloodless war : Brave weapons these . Victorious over wave and soil , With these she sails 58 MAY DAY ODE .
Strona 63
... 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 , And drank , and ate the Bouillabaisse . Ah ...
... 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 , And drank , and ate the Bouillabaisse . Ah ...
Inne wydania - Wyświetl wszystko
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
ALBUM ALMACK'S BALLAD beat bless blushing bold Bolton Row Bouillabaisse boys brave Brentford CAIQUE cane-bottomed chair Captain CHRISTMAS WAITS church Coort Cossack cried curse dear Doctor drum drummer dry Album Eliza Davis eyes fair famed Pimlico feast fight friars gallant gate gentle glorious grace grandsire Guilford Street hair hear heard heart Heaven honest Hyacinth Jacob Kioff lady Lansdowne Crescent laugh lawyer Lille looked Lord Lucy Neal Mary merry bard ne'er never night o'er pass peaceful Peg of Limavaddy Peraps Pleaseman poor pore pound pray priest Prince prior Queen Roney round Saint Sophia says Shannon shore sing smile Smith O'Brine Sneezoff SORROWS OF WERTHER spoke sweet Pimlico sword tell There's thou thought took town Twas Valkin Vich vith wait WHITE SQUALL wondrous writ young
Popularne fragmenty
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.