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" The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no... "
A Practical English Grammar: For the Use of Schools and Private Students - Page 213
by Albert Newton Raub - 1880 - 256 pages
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The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club

Charles Dickens - English fiction - 1838 - 388 pages
...cnoice food are his meals, I weeu, In his cell so lone aud cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering...dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears...
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The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volume 1

Charles Dickens, Hablot Knight Browne, Robert William Buss - England - 1837 - 609 pages
...question. " I call them," said he, 3Ebj? Green. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That crcepcth o'er ruins old ! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and coltl. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldeiing...
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The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volume 1

Charles Dickens, Hablot Knight Browne, Robert William Buss - England - 1837 - 609 pages
...CTjr £b» GrreuOh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepcth o'er ruins old ! Of right choite food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall most be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldeiing dust that...
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The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volume 1

Charles Dickens - England - 1838
...question. " I call them," said he, THE IVY GREEN. y plant is the Iv That creepeth o'er ruins ok Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er...his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure4is dainty whim : Ana the mouldering dust that...
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The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club

Charles Dickens - English fiction - 1838 - 388 pages
...promptings from his wife, the lines in question. "I call them," said he, THE IVY GREEN. Oh, a dointy plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old...his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decay 'd, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering duct that...
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The New monthly belle assemblée, Volume 17

...own beautiful language :— " Oh ! a dainty plant la that ivy green, that creepeth o'er ruins old I Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, in his...so lone and cold. The walls must be crumbled, the stcnes decay'd, to pleasure his dainty whim ; And the mouldering dust that years have made, ii a merry...
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The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club

Charles Dickens - 1873 - 332 pages
...I call them," said he, THE IVY GREEN. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er mins old ! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : Ana the mouldering dust that...
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The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volume 1

Charles Dickens - Great Britain - 1838
...said he, THE IVY GREEN. , Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, ' i old! That creepeth o'er ruins ( Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : Ana the mouldering dust that...
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The Vauxhall comic song-book. Ed. by J.W. Sharp

John W. Sharp - 1848
...Jewell. OH, a rare old prig is vun Ikey Green, Though he's getting rayther old, And right queer too, is his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The walla may be granite or whate'er made, Aye, let 'em be ever so grim. He'll try and break through —...
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The Novels and Tales of Charles Dickens, (Boz.).

Charles Dickens - 1849
...sundry promptings from his wife, the lines in question. " l call them," said he, " THE IVY GREEN. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er...his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decay'd, To pleasure his daim y whim : And the mouldering dust that...
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