The Book of Humorous Poetry: With IllustrationsW. P. Nimmo, 1875 - 464 páginas |
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... John G. Saxe , 104 James Smith , · 337 • 379 · • 317 John G. Saxe , 126 • • 387 • 427 169 • 406 204 • 123 260 • 127 134 44I · 269 312 J. R. Planché , • 272 · 57 John G. Saxe ,. 417 Citizen and the Thieves ( The ) Cold Water • Collegian ...
... John G. Saxe , 104 James Smith , · 337 • 379 · • 317 John G. Saxe , 126 • • 387 • 427 169 • 406 204 • 123 260 • 127 134 44I · 269 312 J. R. Planché , • 272 · 57 John G. Saxe ,. 417 Citizen and the Thieves ( The ) Cold Water • Collegian ...
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... John G. Saxe , 374 Abraham Cowley , 24 382 Happy Man ( The ) Height of the Ridiculous Ho - ho of the Golden Belt ... John Barleycorn John Davidson . Jolly Good Ale and Old Robert Burns , · 308 • 291 Jovial Priest's Confession ( The ) ...
... John G. Saxe , 374 Abraham Cowley , 24 382 Happy Man ( The ) Height of the Ridiculous Ho - ho of the Golden Belt ... John Barleycorn John Davidson . Jolly Good Ale and Old Robert Burns , · 308 • 291 Jovial Priest's Confession ( The ) ...
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... John Gay , Albert G. Greene , • 40 • 267 a 236 325 37 44 W. A. Butler , • 157 Charles Lamb , • 453 257 249 • 279 • 401 John Milton , • 439 Francis Browne , 352 Original Love Story ( An ) · Owed to my Creditors 186 • · 174 · Patent Brown ...
... John Gay , Albert G. Greene , • 40 • 267 a 236 325 37 44 W. A. Butler , • 157 Charles Lamb , • 453 257 249 • 279 • 401 John Milton , • 439 Francis Browne , 352 Original Love Story ( An ) · Owed to my Creditors 186 • · 174 · Patent Brown ...
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... John G. Saxe , W. M. Thackeray , 409 Robert Lloyd , James Smith , Reginald Heber , 76 70 463 459 Robert Burns , · 39 191 James Smith , • 52 • 121 • 94 · 229 Matthew Prior , Dr. Johnson , Thomas Moore , . William Harrison , 392 61 Henry ...
... John G. Saxe , W. M. Thackeray , 409 Robert Lloyd , James Smith , Reginald Heber , 76 70 463 459 Robert Burns , · 39 191 James Smith , • 52 • 121 • 94 · 229 Matthew Prior , Dr. Johnson , Thomas Moore , . William Harrison , 392 61 Henry ...
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... to Abydos George Canning , PAGE 35 7. T. Trowbridge , 255 William Allingham , 106 151 59 William Harrison , 396 Sir John Suckling , 145 Robert Southey , O. W. Holmes , Alexander Pope , • 342 217 69 Lord Byron , • 113 X CONTENTS .
... to Abydos George Canning , PAGE 35 7. T. Trowbridge , 255 William Allingham , 106 151 59 William Harrison , 396 Sir John Suckling , 145 Robert Southey , O. W. Holmes , Alexander Pope , • 342 217 69 Lord Byron , • 113 X CONTENTS .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
annuity black crows call'd Captain Paton CHARLES DIBDIN courtier cried dance dead dear Devil Dolt dress drink e'er eyes face fair fellow fools frae give grace hair head heart horse humorous Hyst John John Barleycorn Jurym kicking kind as pray King kiss Lady Morgan laugh live look'd Lord maid MATTHEW PRIOR Monsieur Tonson ne'er never night ninety lines niversity of Göttingen nose o'er once Pannel pass'd Paton no mo PEPPER-BOX PINDAR plain poems poet poor pride proud quoth Radenovitch RICHARD PORSON ROBERT SOUTHEY round sare Schnapps seem'd Shep sigh smile song soon soul squire sweet tail tell thee there's thet thing thou thought Tis green took town Twas vex'd Vicar of Bray wear wife WILLIAM SHENSTONE worm young Yvetot Zounds
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Página 389 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood : Though I go bare, take ye no care ; I nothing am a-cold : I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old.
Página 435 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig '. Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace 10 To occupy my place.
Página 219 - He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of whitewood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Página 221 - Fifty-five! This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson. Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text, Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the -Moses - was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill.
Página 195 - Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; — The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Página 195 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 310 - Fluttering spread thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart: I a slave in thy dominions; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming All beneath yon flowery rocks.
Página 146 - Cross, hard by the way, Where we (thou know'st) do sell our hay, There is a house with stairs; And there did I see coming down Such folk as are not in our town, Forty at least, in pairs.
Página 439 - Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
Página 129 - The Cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among ; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and ringing, Eddying and whisking. Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting, Around and around With endless rebound : Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in ; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.