BalladsBradbury and Evans, 1856 - 228 |
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Strona 31
... thou a plodding brain ; On thee I think with pleasure , On him with doubt and pain . " ( " You see , good Ned , " says Thomas , " What he thought about us twain . " ) " Though small was your allowance , You saved a little store ; And ...
... thou a plodding brain ; On thee I think with pleasure , On him with doubt and pain . " ( " You see , good Ned , " says Thomas , " What he thought about us twain . " ) " Though small was your allowance , You saved a little store ; And ...
Strona 35
... thou shalt not be loser , Tom , We'll share it half and half . " " Alas ! my kind young gentleman , This sharing cannot be ; ' Tis written in the testament That Brentford spoke to me , ' I do forbid Prince Ned to give Prince Tom a ...
... thou shalt not be loser , Tom , We'll share it half and half . " " Alas ! my kind young gentleman , This sharing cannot be ; ' Tis written in the testament That Brentford spoke to me , ' I do forbid Prince Ned to give Prince Tom a ...
Strona 69
... thou canst feel , Was it some Lucy Neal Who caused thy ruin ? O nimble fifing Jack , And drummer making din So deftly on the skin , With thy rat - tattooing . Confess , ye volunteers , Lieutenant and Ensign , And Captain of the line ...
... thou canst feel , Was it some Lucy Neal Who caused thy ruin ? O nimble fifing Jack , And drummer making din So deftly on the skin , With thy rat - tattooing . Confess , ye volunteers , Lieutenant and Ensign , And Captain of the line ...
Strona 73
... thou canst feel , Was it some Lucy Neal Who caused thy ruin ? O nimble fifing Jack , And drummer making din So deftly on the skin , With thy rat - tattooing . Confess , ye volunteers , Lieutenant and Ensign , And Captain of the line ...
... thou canst feel , Was it some Lucy Neal Who caused thy ruin ? O nimble fifing Jack , And drummer making din So deftly on the skin , With thy rat - tattooing . Confess , ye volunteers , Lieutenant and Ensign , And Captain of the line ...
Strona 100
... Thou brawny oarsman with the sun - burnt cheek , Quick ! for it soothes my heart to hear the Bulbul speak ! Ferry me quickly to the Asian shores , Swift bending to your oars . Beneath the melancholy sycamores , Hark ! what a ravishing ...
... Thou brawny oarsman with the sun - burnt cheek , Quick ! for it soothes my heart to hear the Bulbul speak ! Ferry me quickly to the Asian shores , Swift bending to your oars . Beneath the melancholy sycamores , Hark ! what a ravishing ...
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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.