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... bay , And it glared at Cullen Bryant In a most unpleasant way . Then it writhed as if in torture , And it staggered to and fro ; And its very shell was shaken , In the anguish of its throe : And its cough grew loud and louder , And its ...
... bay , And it glared at Cullen Bryant In a most unpleasant way . Then it writhed as if in torture , And it staggered to and fro ; And its very shell was shaken , In the anguish of its throe : And its cough grew loud and louder , And its ...
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... bay , For love is long as ' tarnity , though I must die to - day ! " STREAK THE SECOND . The clock is ticking onward Towards the hour of doom , And no one yet hath entered Into that ghastly room . The gaoler and the sheriff They are ...
... bay , For love is long as ' tarnity , though I must die to - day ! " STREAK THE SECOND . The clock is ticking onward Towards the hour of doom , And no one yet hath entered Into that ghastly room . The gaoler and the sheriff They are ...
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... bays . His own sonnet on the subject is full of the serene consciousness of superiority , which does not even admit the idea of rivalry , far less of defeat . Bays , which in former days have graced the brow Of some , who lived and ...
... bays . His own sonnet on the subject is full of the serene consciousness of superiority , which does not even admit the idea of rivalry , far less of defeat . Bays , which in former days have graced the brow Of some , who lived and ...
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... bays , the bays ! we want the bays ! we seek the laureate wreath ! We seek the butt of generous wine that cheers the sons of song : Choose thou among us all , Sir Knight - we may not tarry long ! " Loud laughed the good Sir James in ...
... bays , the bays ! we want the bays ! we seek the laureate wreath ! We seek the butt of generous wine that cheers the sons of song : Choose thou among us all , Sir Knight - we may not tarry long ! " Loud laughed the good Sir James in ...
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... bays , And wished him many happy years , and many quarter - days , - And if you'd have the story told by abler lips than mine , You've but to call at Rydal Mount , and taste the Laureate's wine ! I The Royal Banquet . BY THE HON G S S ...
... bays , And wished him many happy years , and many quarter - days , - And if you'd have the story told by abler lips than mine , You've but to call at Rydal Mount , and taste the Laureate's wine ! I The Royal Banquet . BY THE HON G S S ...
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The book of ballads [by sir T. Martin and W.E. Aytoun] ed. by Bon Gaultier sir Theodore Martin Visualização integral - 1861 |
The book of ballads [by sir T. Martin and W.E. Aytoun] ed. by Bon Gaultier sir Theodore Martin Visualização integral - 1855 |
The Book of Ballads [By Sir T. Martin and W.E. Aytoun] Ed. by Bon Gaultier William Edmondstoune Aytoun,Theodore Martin, Sir Pré-visualização indisponível - 2016 |
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Apollo's auld harper bard bays beautiful Bedlam bards beer bell beneath BON GAULTIER bosom breath bride brow butt cheek cloth Colt courser cousin cried Cursed dare dear death Don Fernando Dost DOUDNEY doun Engravings fear fery Fhairshon Giaour gilt edges gin ye glance glaur gude haircloth hame hand hath head hear heart honours iron warrior King kiss lady ladye Laureate bold Laureate's liege lips look Lord Lord Aberdeen loud M'INTOSH maiden minstrel Moorish morocco N. P. Willis ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er POEMS post 8vo Prince Albert puddock-pies Queen quoth RICHARD DOYLE rose royal sang Sate silk sing Slingsby smoke Snapping Turtle song soul speed thee stood sweet syne tell thine eyes thou toy'd Undine Uwins valiant warrior Warriors three weep Windsor Tower wine Woolfordinez Wordsworth Young Mivins
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Página 93 - I hear the singing of a lot of favourite tunes — Bless my heart, how very odd! Why, surely there's a brace of moons! See! the stars! how bright they twinkle, winking with a frosty glare, Like my faithless cousin Amy when she drove me to despair. Oh, my cousin, spider-hearted! Oh, my Amy! No, confound it! I must wear the mournful willow, — all around my heart I've bound it.
Página 94 - ... hookah, — something less than his cayenne. What is this? His eyes are pinky. Was't the claret? Oh, no, no, — Bless your soul, it was the salmon, — salmon always makes him so. Take him to thy dainty chamber — soothe him with thy lightest fancies, He will understand thee, won't he? — pay thee with a lover's glances? Louder than the loudest trumpet, harsh as harshest ophicleide, Nasal respirations answer the endearments of his bride. Sweet response, delightful music! Gaze upon thy noble...
Página 147 - d do like me When I was young and strong; I formed a passion every week, But never kept it long. But he has not the sportive mood That always rescued me, And so I would all women could Be banished o'er the sea. For 'tis the most egregious bore, Of all the bores I know, To have a friend who's lost his heart A short time ago.
Página 72 - He said that I was proud, mother, — that I looked for rank and gold ; He said I did not love him, — he said my words were cold ; He said I kept him off and on, in hopes of higher game, — And it may be that I did, mother, but who hasn't done the same? I did not know my heart, mother, — I know it now too late ; I thought that I without a pang could wed some nobler mate ; But no nobler suitor sought me, — and he has taken wing. And my heart is gone, and I am left a lone and blighted thing.
Página 201 - That links thy heart with mine,I know my soul's emotion Is doubly felt by thine: And deem not that a shadow Hath fallen across my love: No, sweet, my love is shadowless, As yonder heaven above. These little taper fingers — Ah, Jane! how white they be! — Can well supply the cruel want That almost maddens me. Thou wilt not sure deny me My first and fond request; I pray thee, by the memory Of all we cherish best — By all the dear remembrance Of those delicious days, When, hand in hand, we wandered...
Página 167 - With thoughts like these her mind is cross'd : The dame, they say, who doubts, is lost. " But then the risk ? I '11 beg a slice Of Father Raulin's good advice." Prankt in her best, with looks demure, She seeks the priest; and, to be sure, Asks if he thinks she ought to wed : " With such a business on my head, I 'm worried off my legs with care, And need some help to keep things square.
Página 96 - em. Womankind no more shall vex me, such at least as go arrayed In the most expensive satins and the newest silk brocade. I '11 to Afric, lion-haunted, where the giant forest yields Rarer robes and finer tissue than are sold at Spitalfields. Or to burst all chains of habit, flinging habit's self aside, I shall walk the tangled jungle in mankind's primeval pride; Feeding on the luscious berries and the rich cassava root, Lots of dates, and lots of guavas, clusters of forbidden fruit. Never comes the...
Página 124 - T was thus the cry began, And straightway every garret-roof gave up its minstrel man ; From Grub Street, and from Houndsditch, and from Farringdon Within, The poets all towards Whitehall poured on with eldritch din. " Loud yelled they for Sir James the Graham ; but sore afraid was he ; A hardy knight were he that might face such a minstrelsie. ' Now by St. Giles of Netherby, my patron Saint, I swear, I'd rather by a thousand crowns Lord Palmerston were here ! — "' What is 't ye seek, ye rebel knaves...
Página 98 - WANTED — By a bard, in wedlock, some young interesting woman: Looks are not so much an object, if the shiners be forthcoming! "Hymen's chains the advertiser vows shall be but silken fetters; Please address to AT, Chelsea. NB — You must pay the letters.