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James Parton. Brother of Bacchus , later born , The old world was sure forlorn Wanting thee , that aidest more The god's victories than before All his panthers , and the brawls Of his piping Bacchanals . These , as stale , we disallow ...
James Parton. Brother of Bacchus , later born , The old world was sure forlorn Wanting thee , that aidest more The god's victories than before All his panthers , and the brawls Of his piping Bacchanals . These , as stale , we disallow ...
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... sure a righteous zeal inspired The hand and head that penned and planned them , For all who understood , admired , And some who did not understand thein . He wrote , too , in a quiet way , Small treatises and smaller verses ; And sage ...
... sure a righteous zeal inspired The hand and head that penned and planned them , For all who understood , admired , And some who did not understand thein . He wrote , too , in a quiet way , Small treatises and smaller verses ; And sage ...
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James Parton. 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 ...
James Parton. 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 ...
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... Sure these were sights to tempt an anchorite ! What ! do I hear thy slender voice complain ? Thou wailest when I talk of beauty's light , As if it brought the memory of pain : Thou art a wayward being - well - come near , And pour thy ...
... Sure these were sights to tempt an anchorite ! What ! do I hear thy slender voice complain ? Thou wailest when I talk of beauty's light , As if it brought the memory of pain : Thou art a wayward being - well - come near , And pour thy ...
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... sure , no safety - valves to thee , While rakes are free to desecrate thy bed , And bear thee off - as foemen take their spoil Far from thy friends and family to roam ; Forced , like a Hessian , from thy native home , To meet ...
... sure , no safety - valves to thee , While rakes are free to desecrate thy bed , And bear thee off - as foemen take their spoil Far from thy friends and family to roam ; Forced , like a Hessian , from thy native home , To meet ...
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Page 241 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes, But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but, — That whenever the Nose put...
Page 422 - John ! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick (I knew so many cakes would make him sick). With fancies buoyant as the thistledown, Prompting the face grotesque and antic brisk With many a lamblike frisk ! (He's got the scissors snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose...
Page 240 - 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 316 - Our love was like most other loves, — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And "Fly Not Yet," upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted; A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted.
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 341 - They braced my aunt against a board, To make her straight and tall; They laced her up, they starved her down, To make her light and small ; They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, They screwed it up with pins...
Page 364 - Street they sail'd from, by their Sight and Smell. ' They, as each Torrent drives, with rapid Force From Smithfield, or St. Pulchre's shape their Course, And in huge Confluent join at Snow-Hill Ridge, Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn- Bridge. Sweepings from Butchers...
Page 52 - And he was kind, and loved to sit In the low hut or garnished cottage, And praise the farmer's homely wit, And share the widow's homelier pottage: At his approach complaint grew mild; And when his hand unbarred the shutter, The clammy lips of fever smiled The welcome which they could not utter.
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 340 - MY AUNT. MY aunt ! my dear unmarried aunt ! Long years have o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her, — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life, For life is but a span.