The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, Volume 3Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Rufus Edmonds Shapley Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1884 - Wit and humor |
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... late . If the Muse foresees at all What in future will befall Dirty Cleigenes the small- He , the sovereign of the bath- Will not long escape from scath ; But must perish by - and - by , With his potash and his lye ; With his realm and ...
... late . If the Muse foresees at all What in future will befall Dirty Cleigenes the small- He , the sovereign of the bath- Will not long escape from scath ; But must perish by - and - by , With his potash and his lye ; With his realm and ...
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... late smiled at my reply ; and , though he said nothing , discovered through all his piety , that he was a downright author . By this kind of flattery , I entirely gained his good graces , became more and more dear to him every day ; and ...
... late smiled at my reply ; and , though he said nothing , discovered through all his piety , that he was a downright author . By this kind of flattery , I entirely gained his good graces , became more and more dear to him every day ; and ...
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... late ) , but I own I should not be sorry to have a copy of my work in that hand . " " Your Grace , ( I replied ) has nothing to do but to speak : the man who paints so well is a licentiate of my acquaintance who will be ravished to do ...
... late ) , but I own I should not be sorry to have a copy of my work in that hand . " " Your Grace , ( I replied ) has nothing to do but to speak : the man who paints so well is a licentiate of my acquaintance who will be ravished to do ...
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... late , An ' folk begin to tak the gate ; While we sit bowsing at the nappy , An ' getting fou and unco happy , We think na on the lang Scots miles , The mosses , waters , slaps , and styles , That lie between us and our hame , Where ...
... late , An ' folk begin to tak the gate ; While we sit bowsing at the nappy , An ' getting fou and unco happy , We think na on the lang Scots miles , The mosses , waters , slaps , and styles , That lie between us and our hame , Where ...
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... late , You would not have me lose my place ? Psha , Mr. Dashington ; remember This is the middle of November , I'm stripp'd ; ' tis raining cats and dogs ; Hush ! hush ! ' quoth Hal , ' I'm fast asleep And then he snored as loud and ...
... late , You would not have me lose my place ? Psha , Mr. Dashington ; remember This is the middle of November , I'm stripp'd ; ' tis raining cats and dogs ; Hush ! hush ! ' quoth Hal , ' I'm fast asleep And then he snored as loud and ...
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Page 32 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...
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Page 32 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a1 did dirl.
Page 280 - Why is Mrs. Bardell so earnestly entreated not to agitate herself about this warming-pan, unless (as is no doubt the case) it is a mere cover for hidden fire — a mere substitute for some endearing word or promise, agreeably to a preconcerted system of correspondence, artfully contrived by Pickwick with a view to his contemplated desertion, and which I am not in a condition to explain?