Homely Rhymes, Poems, and Reminiscences

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Simpkin, Marshall, 1864 - 248 páginas

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Página 228 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Página 49 - The sons of men did raise their voice And cried in despair, " We will not come, we will not come, Whilst Death is waiting there !" But Time went forth and dragg'd them on, By one, by two, by three ; Nay, sometimes thousands came as one, So merciless was he ! And still they go, and still they go, The slave, the lord, the king ; And disappear, like flakes of snow, Before the sun of spring ! For Death stood in the path of Time, And slew them as they came, And not a soul escap'd his hand, So certain...
Página 50 - no, 'tis never so, Thou canst not here remain." The bride came in her wedding robe, But that did nought avail ; Her ruby lips went cold and blue, Her rosy cheek turn'd pale ; And some were hurried from the ball, And some came from the play, And some were eating to the last, And some with wine were gay. And some were ravenous for food, And rais'd seditious cries; But, being a
Página 5 - ... away you will know where to find each other by seeing your banners ; and •when the meeting is dissolved keep close to your banners, and leave the town as soon as possible. For if you should stay drinking or loitering in the streets, your enemies might take advantage of it ; and if they could raise a disturbance, you would be taken to the New Bailey.
Página 74 - A cat strangely bark'd, as it hutch'd by the hob ; A broody hen crow'd from her perch on a cob ; The lamp it burn'd pale, and the lamp it burn'd blue, And fearfully ghast was the light which it threw. " And who cometh here ?" said the mumbling old crone, " And why comes a gentleman riding alone ? And why doth he wander areawt* such a night, When the moon is gone down and the stars not alight ; When those are abroad would stab a lost child, And the wind comes up muttering, fearful and wild, And the...
Página 4 - I make no doubt bat there will be persons who will make it their business to go about in order to disturb the peace of the meeting. If you should meet with any such, endeavour to keep them as quiet as possible...
Página 104 - Come forth of alleys dim, and courts obscure ! God help yon poor pale girl, who droops forlorn, And meekly her affliction doth endure ! God help...
Página 73 - On sunny-bright uplands, and down the green dells ; All gaily melodious it comes in the air, As if undying pleasure were carolling there ; Like golden-wing' d seraphs all broken astray, And playing on cymbals for bright holiday ! E'en such was the music one gay morning time, Which bells of Saint Leonard's did merrily chime. And why rang Saint Leonard's that merry-mad tune ? And why was the church path with flowers bestrewn ? And who was that marble-pale beauty that mov'd As nothing she hop'd for,...
Página 4 - Samuel Bamford stood, and said, " Friends and neighbours, I have a few words to relate ; you will march off this place quietly, not to insult...
Página 39 - He sought her when the evening gray Had brought the hollow moon in. "He call'd her on the darkest night, With wizard spells to bind her : And when the stars arose in light, He wandered forth to find her.

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