Poems of Wit and HumourE. Moxon, 1847 - 282 頁 |
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第 44 頁
... grave homage , like a tragic queen , But with one lonely priest compell'd to hide , In midst of foggy moors and mosses green , In that clay cabin hight the College of Kilreen ! II . This College looketh South and West alsoe , THE IRISH ...
... grave homage , like a tragic queen , But with one lonely priest compell'd to hide , In midst of foggy moors and mosses green , In that clay cabin hight the College of Kilreen ! II . This College looketh South and West alsoe , THE IRISH ...
第 61 頁
... graves— Nay , more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation . Badly , madly , the vapours fly Over the dark distracted sky , At a pace that no pen can paint ! Black and vague like the shadows ...
... graves— Nay , more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation . Badly , madly , the vapours fly Over the dark distracted sky , At a pace that no pen can paint ! Black and vague like the shadows ...
第 91 頁
... grave To see me so purely drest ! — But Joan was dead and under the mould , And every buxom lass ; In vain I watch'd , at the window pane , For a Christian soul to pass ; - But sheep and kine wander'd up the street , And browz'd on the ...
... grave To see me so purely drest ! — But Joan was dead and under the mould , And every buxom lass ; In vain I watch'd , at the window pane , For a Christian soul to pass ; - But sheep and kine wander'd up the street , And browz'd on the ...
第 99 頁
... Grave ripe - faced wisdom made an April fool ? A youngster , tilting at a wedding ring ? A sinner , sitting on a cuttie stool ? A Ferdinand de Something in a hovel , Helping Matilda Rose to make a novel ? O Love ! what art thou , Love ...
... Grave ripe - faced wisdom made an April fool ? A youngster , tilting at a wedding ring ? A sinner , sitting on a cuttie stool ? A Ferdinand de Something in a hovel , Helping Matilda Rose to make a novel ? O Love ! what art thou , Love ...
第 126 頁
Thomas Hood. Still on it came , with horrid roar , a swift pursuing grave ; It seem'd as though some cloud had turn'd its hugeness to a wave ! Its briny sleet began to beat beforehand in my face- I felt the rearward keel begin to climb ...
Thomas Hood. Still on it came , with horrid roar , a swift pursuing grave ; It seem'd as though some cloud had turn'd its hugeness to a wave ! Its briny sleet began to beat beforehand in my face- I felt the rearward keel begin to climb ...
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第 138 頁 - One end he tied around a beam, And then removed his pegs, And, as his legs were off, — of course, He soon was off his legs! And there he hung till he was dead As any nail in town, — For though distress had cut him up, It could not cut him down! A dozen men sat on his corpse, To find out why he died — And they buried Ben in four crossroads. With a stake in his inside!
第 229 頁 - No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick (I knew so many cakes would make him sick).
第 134 頁 - Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms ; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, 5 Said he, "Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot...
第 104 頁 - I'd follow him ; But oh ! — I'm not a fish-woman, And so I cannot swim. " Alas ! I was not born beneath The Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, And walk about in Wales.
第 158 頁 - What d'ye think of that, my Cat ? What d'ye think of that, my Dog...
第 228 頁 - Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy ! In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, Thou idol of thy parents...
第 257 頁 - It is the king's highway, that we are in, and in this way it is that thou hast placed the lions." — BUNYAS. I. WHAT ! shut the Gardens ! lock the latticed gate ! Refuse the shilling and the Fellow's ticket ! And hang a wooden notice up to state, " On Sundays no admittance at this wicket ! " The Birds, the Beasts, and all the Reptile race Denied to friends and visitors till Monday!
第 135 頁 - But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off! "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm ? The love that loves a scarlet coat, Should be more uniform!
第 268 頁 - How well to rise while nights and larks are flyingFor my part getting up seems not so easy By half as lying. What if the lark does carol in the sky, Soaring beyond the sight to find him out — Wherefore am I to rise at such a fly ? I'm not a trout. Talk not to me of bees and such like hums...