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Page 27 - SEVEN. A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many...
Page 14 - But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made, Were quite frightful to see — Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me.
Page 108 - WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, — O how that glittering taketh me ! Robert Herrick 121.
Page 151 - The Union Club, of rhetorical fame, Was held at the Red Lion Inn,* And there never was Lion so perfectly tame, Or who made such a musical din. Tis pleasant to snore, at a quarter before, When the Chairman does nothing in state, But 'tis heaven, 'tis heaven, to waken at seven, And pray for a noisy debate ! "WHAT'S the question ?"—" Reform." "What! the old story ! " — " Yes, the old story ; the common good against the Commons' House ; speechifying versus starvation ! " "Oh, but you're a red-hot...
Page 73 - Pop ! There was cakes and apples in all the Chapels, With fine polonies, and rich mellow pears, — Och ! the Count Von Strogonoff, sure he got prog enough, The sly ould Divil, undernathe the stairs. Then the cannons thunder'd, and the people wonder'd, Crying, " God save Victoria, our Royal Queen ! " Och ! if myself should live to be a hundred, Sure it's the proudest day that I'll have seen!
Page 180 - ... until then, to the Union to hear a debate. What a queer thing it is. I think William is a little disappointed that I have not been made enough a lion of, whereas my timid nature trembles before such honours, and my vanity would be to go through life as a gentleman — as a Major Pendennis — you have hit it. I believe I never do think about my public character, and certainly didn't see the gyps, waiters and undergraduates whispering in hall, as your William did, or thought he did.
Page 171 - In his elections at St. John's, when the President, according to the cant of the times, would call upon him to have regard to the godly; the Master answered, no one should have a greater regard to the truly godly than himself; but he was determined to choose none but scholars: adding very wisely . . . They may deceive me in their godliness: they cannot in their scholarship.
Page 231 - PASSAGES FROM LATIN AUTHORS FOR TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH. Selected with a view to the needs of Candidates for the Cambridge Local, and Public Schools
Page 72 - Macasshur, And the Queen said, 'Ah! then thank ye all for me!' — Then the trumpets braying, and the organ playing, And sweet trombones, with their silver tones; But Lord Rolle was rolling; — 'twas mighty consoling To think his Lordship did not break his bones! Then the crames and custard, and the beef and mustard, All on the tombstones like a poultherer's shop; With lobsters and white-bait, and other swate-meats, And wine and nagus, and Imperial Pop!
Page 182 - OF THE DISCOMFITURE OF THE DEVIL. THERE is in England, as Gervase tells us, on the borders of the episcopal see of Ely, a castle called CATHUBICA; a little below which, is a place distinguished by the appellation of Wandlesbury *, because, as they say, the Vandals, having laid waste the country, and cruelly slaughtered the Christians, here pitched their camp. (85) It was on the summit of a hill, on a round plain, and en* Near Cambridge. compassed by trenches, to which but one entrance presented itself.