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... PLAIN ANSWER , IN A HUNDRED YEARS , EVENING , MY POLITICS , THE MISERIES OF GENIUS , 133 135 137 140 142 145 147 148 150 152 A DAY FOR WISHING , 155 THE DILIGENCE DRIVER , 157 THE BALLAD OF THE BARYTONE , 159 SONGS OF THE SICK ROOM- 161 ...
... PLAIN ANSWER , IN A HUNDRED YEARS , EVENING , MY POLITICS , THE MISERIES OF GENIUS , 133 135 137 140 142 145 147 148 150 152 A DAY FOR WISHING , 155 THE DILIGENCE DRIVER , 157 THE BALLAD OF THE BARYTONE , 159 SONGS OF THE SICK ROOM- 161 ...
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... plains of yore , In the nineteenth century lambs at play Mean mutton , and nothing more . Our swains at present are far too sage To live as one liv'd of old : So they couple the crook of the Golden Age With a hook in the Age of Gold ...
... plains of yore , In the nineteenth century lambs at play Mean mutton , and nothing more . Our swains at present are far too sage To live as one liv'd of old : So they couple the crook of the Golden Age With a hook in the Age of Gold ...
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... the pastoral tune And carried away the notes as soon As ever the notes were over ? Where are the echoes that bore the strains Each to his nearest neighbour : G And all the valleys and all the plains Where all 89 WHERE AND OH! WHERE?
... the pastoral tune And carried away the notes as soon As ever the notes were over ? Where are the echoes that bore the strains Each to his nearest neighbour : G And all the valleys and all the plains Where all 89 WHERE AND OH! WHERE?
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Henry Sambrooke Leigh. And all the valleys and all the plains Where all the nymphs and their love - sick swains Made merry to pipe and tabor ? Where are they gone ? They are gone to sleep Where Fancy alone can find them : But Arcady's ...
Henry Sambrooke Leigh. And all the valleys and all the plains Where all the nymphs and their love - sick swains Made merry to pipe and tabor ? Where are they gone ? They are gone to sleep Where Fancy alone can find them : But Arcady's ...
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... I have tasted , Since the day ( it seems a century ago ) When my heart was won instanter by a lady in a canter , On a certain sunny day in Rotten Row ! A LAST RESOURCE . LONE on India's burning plain , 94 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE .
... I have tasted , Since the day ( it seems a century ago ) When my heart was won instanter by a lady in a canter , On a certain sunny day in Rotten Row ! A LAST RESOURCE . LONE on India's burning plain , 94 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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Page 9 - For one of us was born a twin, Yet not a soul knew which. One day, to make the matter worse, Before our names were fixed, As we were being washed by nurse, We got completely mixed; And thus, you see, by fate's decree, Or rather nurse's whim, My brother John got...
Page 48 - I wondered hugely what she meant, And said, "I'm bad at riddles; But I know where little girls are sent For telling taradiddles. "Now, if you don't reform," said I, " You'll never go to heaven." But all in vain; each time I try, That little idiot makes reply, "I ain't had more nor seven!" POSTSCRIPT: To borrow Wordsworth's name was wrong, Or slightly misapplied; And so I'd better call my song "Lines after Ache-inside.
Page 27 - Folks were happy as days were long In the old Arcadian times ; When life seemed only a dance and song In the sweetest of all sweet climes. Our world grows bigger, and, stage by stage, As the pitiless years have rolled, We've quite forgotten the Golden Age, And come to the Age of Gold. Time went by in a sheepish way Upon Thessaly's plains of yore. In the nineteenth century lambs at play Mean mutton, and nothing more. Our swains at present are far too sage To live as one lived of old : So they couple...
Page 47 - I thought it would have sent me mad Last night about eleven." Said I, " What is it makes you bad? How many apples have you had?" She answered, "Only seven!" "And are you sure you took no more, My little maid?" quoth I; "Oh, please, sir, mother gave me four, But they were in a pie!" "If that's the case," I stammered out, "Of course you've had eleven.
Page 103 - NAY, start not from the banquet where the red wine foams .. , for thee — Though somewhat thick to perforate this epidermis be ; 'Tis madness, when the bowl invites, to linger at the brink : So haste thee, haste thee, timid one. Drink, pretty creature, drink ! I tell thee, if these azure veins could boast the regal wine Of Tudors or Plantagenets, the draught should still be thine ! Though round the goblet's beaded brim plebeian bubbles wink, 'Twill cheer and not inebriate. Drink, pretty creature,...