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... heaven , For ever toying , ogling , kissing , billing ; PETER PINDAR . The joys for which I thousands would have given , Will presently be scarcely worth a shilling . Thy neck is fairer than the Alpine snows , And To my Empty Purse To ...
... heaven , For ever toying , ogling , kissing , billing ; PETER PINDAR . The joys for which I thousands would have given , Will presently be scarcely worth a shilling . Thy neck is fairer than the Alpine snows , And To my Empty Purse To ...
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... heavens , thou mov'st a leg , and now its brother . And kicking , lo , again , thou mov'st another ! And now thy little drunken eyes unclose , And now thou feelest for thy little nose , And , finding it , thou rubbest thy two hands Much ...
... heavens , thou mov'st a leg , and now its brother . And kicking , lo , again , thou mov'st another ! And now thy little drunken eyes unclose , And now thou feelest for thy little nose , And , finding it , thou rubbest thy two hands Much ...
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... Heaven whispered him , the moment of his birth , " Don't cry , my lad , but dance and sing ; Don't be too wise , and be an ape : - In colors let thy soul be dressed , not crape . " Roses shall smooth life's journey , and adorn ; Yet ...
... Heaven whispered him , the moment of his birth , " Don't cry , my lad , but dance and sing ; Don't be too wise , and be an ape : - In colors let thy soul be dressed , not crape . " Roses shall smooth life's journey , and adorn ; Yet ...
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... heaven ; That little ring , which , night and morn , With wedded truth my hand hath worn ; That seal which oft , in moments blest , Thou hast upon my lip imprest , And sworn its dewy spring should be A fountain seal'd for only thee ...
... heaven ; That little ring , which , night and morn , With wedded truth my hand hath worn ; That seal which oft , in moments blest , Thou hast upon my lip imprest , And sworn its dewy spring should be A fountain seal'd for only thee ...
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... Heaven send he flog the little fool ! From Lady Snooks : " Dear Sir , you know You promised me last week a Rebus ; A something smart and apropos , For my new Album ? " — Aid me , Phœbus ! " My first is follow'd by my second ; Yet should ...
... Heaven send he flog the little fool ! From Lady Snooks : " Dear Sir , you know You promised me last week a Rebus ; A something smart and apropos , For my new Album ? " — Aid me , Phœbus ! " My first is follow'd by my second ; Yet should ...
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behold Beignet Blogg boys Brentford charming church cried d'ye DEAN SWIFT dear delight Devil divine Dolly dost e'er EPIGRAMS eyes face fair fancy fear FRIEND OF HUMANITY give grace hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven JAMES TAYLOR king lady Lille long-tail'd coat look look'd Lord Lord Byron ma'am maid majesty MATTHEW PRIOR mind Miserable sinners morning Muse N. P. WILLIS ne'er never Nick night niversity nose numbers o'er once PETER PINDAR PINDAR poet poor pray prayer pretty Prince Prince Bishop Pryce PUNCH quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round Saint scarce seem'd sigh sing smile song soon soul Sultaun swear sweet tell thee there's thet thing THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou thought town turn'd verger Whitbread wife young Zounds
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Page 240 - So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
Page 31 - Twas but in a sort I blamed thee: None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies doth so strike, They borrow language of dislike; And, instead of Dearest Miss...
Page 422 - Thou pretty opening rose (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose), Balmy, and breathing music like the south (He really brings my heart into my mouth...
Page 383 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, Sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,' This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishStocks for a vagrant.
Page 317 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. _*• Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person,...
Page 363 - That swill'd more liquor than it could contain, And like a drunkard gives it up again. Brisk Susan whips her linen from the rope, While the first drizzling...
Page 314 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.
Page 531 - Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs: But here or there, turn wood or wire, He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
Page 96 - The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet and emerald eyes, She saw, and purred applause.
Page 52 - IN tattered old slippers that toast at the bars, And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars, Away from the world and its toils and its cares, I've a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs. To mount to this realm is a toil, to be sure, But the fire there is bright and the air rather pure ; And the view I behold on a sunshiny day Is grand through the chimney-pots over the way. This snug little chamber is...