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... HILL , 109 III MEN I DISLIKE , NOT QUITE FAIR , 113 WISDOM AND WATER , 114 116 ' TWAS EVER THUS , MY SONG , BOW BELLS , THE PLOT OF A ROMANCE , THE SUBJECTS OF SONG , AN OLD CYNIC , THE NIGHTINGALE , TO MY BRAIN , 117 119 122 124 126 ...
... HILL , 109 III MEN I DISLIKE , NOT QUITE FAIR , 113 WISDOM AND WATER , 114 116 ' TWAS EVER THUS , MY SONG , BOW BELLS , THE PLOT OF A ROMANCE , THE SUBJECTS OF SONG , AN OLD CYNIC , THE NIGHTINGALE , TO MY BRAIN , 117 119 122 124 126 ...
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... you , is a weary hill to climb ; But the lowest and the meanest of my enemies confesses That he very often thinks me " but a step from the sublime . " THE GIFT OF THE GAB . A LECTURE ON ELOCUTION I 2 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE .
... you , is a weary hill to climb ; But the lowest and the meanest of my enemies confesses That he very often thinks me " but a step from the sublime . " THE GIFT OF THE GAB . A LECTURE ON ELOCUTION I 2 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE .
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... Hill to Bow . " There's no such word as fail , " said I : " I'll seek my treasure still From Brixton Church to Barnsbury , From Bow to Notting Hill ! ! " He went not by the penny - boat , The omnibus , or train ; One hour on shore - the ...
... Hill to Bow . " There's no such word as fail , " said I : " I'll seek my treasure still From Brixton Church to Barnsbury , From Bow to Notting Hill ! ! " He went not by the penny - boat , The omnibus , or train ; One hour on shore - the ...
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... Hill- Dies on the summit of proud Pentonville . Day brought us trouble , but Night brings us peace ; Morning brought sorrow , but Eve bids it cease . Gaslight and Gaiety , beam for a while ; Pleasure and Paraffin , lend us a smile ...
... Hill- Dies on the summit of proud Pentonville . Day brought us trouble , but Night brings us peace ; Morning brought sorrow , but Eve bids it cease . Gaslight and Gaiety , beam for a while ; Pleasure and Paraffin , lend us a smile ...
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... MOTHER . Ah ! would that never the stars might shine --- Like Heaven's kaleidoscopes- Upon lids less innocent , love , than thine Less innocent joys and hopes . AC THE HOUSE ON THE TOP OF A HILL . 108 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE .
... MOTHER . Ah ! would that never the stars might shine --- Like Heaven's kaleidoscopes- Upon lids less innocent , love , than thine Less innocent joys and hopes . AC THE HOUSE ON THE TOP OF A HILL . 108 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE .
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Age of Gold ALDERMAN ALFRED CONCANEN Amongst the seasons anecdote BAB BALLADS BACCHUS ballads Barnsbury Bow Bells brain breeze bring caballitos chandelle DAVID GARRICK dear delight dress drink drop Edition ev'ry fancy fcap feel folks funny George Cruikshank gondolier hate hear you sing heard Hill Hints on Etiquette hookabadar hour illustrations IMPORTANT NEW BOOKS jeu ne vaut John Camden Hotten JOHN LEECH JOHN RUSKIN kind Lady Clara LARWOOD London look Lord melody morning morocco Nelly Moore never night Nightingale o'er once own-my upper pale Piccadilly plain play pleasure PLUTUS poet's lot pretty prosaic days recollect Répondez round s'il vous plait shabby-genteel sing sleep slumber smile sorrow Surrey side sweet Swinburne's talk tell thee THEODORE HOOK there's thine thing to-day to-night turn'd Twas upper G voice volume waggery weather wine young youth
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