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... lives in . One man sets out in life as a gintleman , and ends his career in the workhouse or maybe , in Botany Bay with the wild Injuns . Another begins as a sweep , or a prize - fither , a dog's mate man , or a poet ( which 2 pur ...
... lives in . One man sets out in life as a gintleman , and ends his career in the workhouse or maybe , in Botany Bay with the wild Injuns . Another begins as a sweep , or a prize - fither , a dog's mate man , or a poet ( which 2 pur ...
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... lives by a pack ov ignorant jurors ( all of thim shop- keepers , or sumthing else mane and low ) , meerly becos they had praps blown out a few ounces of brains in an onnorable manner . Begonny's , they'd be disgusted with the counthry ...
... lives by a pack ov ignorant jurors ( all of thim shop- keepers , or sumthing else mane and low ) , meerly becos they had praps blown out a few ounces of brains in an onnorable manner . Begonny's , they'd be disgusted with the counthry ...
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... seem of his Anacreontic bower ; - Sang . Or all the bright gods that live and love In regions of sunny beauty above , Young Cupid's the one for me ; C Oh , day and night the boy - god haunts LETTER TO OLIVER YORKE . 3333.
... seem of his Anacreontic bower ; - Sang . Or all the bright gods that live and love In regions of sunny beauty above , Young Cupid's the one for me ; C Oh , day and night the boy - god haunts LETTER TO OLIVER YORKE . 3333.
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... live about their time - how humourous a Tale of a Goose he'd have furnished to Dain Swift . Sterne might have done sumthing for him in the thravels of Thristram Brandy ; and Cervantes would have pre- ferred to Don Quixote and Sancho ...
... live about their time - how humourous a Tale of a Goose he'd have furnished to Dain Swift . Sterne might have done sumthing for him in the thravels of Thristram Brandy ; and Cervantes would have pre- ferred to Don Quixote and Sancho ...
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... live , -may no sparkling young daughter Of Erin e'er gladden his heart with her smile . But bless'd oh thrice bless'd , Be the true Irish breast Which revels in mountain from morning till e'en ; May beauty and bliss For ever be his ...
... live , -may no sparkling young daughter Of Erin e'er gladden his heart with her smile . But bless'd oh thrice bless'd , Be the true Irish breast Which revels in mountain from morning till e'en ; May beauty and bliss For ever be his ...
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Achilles Tatius afther aiquil Anacreon Ballinamona oro Barney beauty bliss BOYLE Brallaghan breast Brian O'Linn bright bright eyes bright-ey'd wine Castle Hyde charms Colla bella coorse Cork Croker Cupid darlint dear Deipnosophist Club delight divine Doctor Dreams drink enuff eyes fair Father Prout flowers Freeholder Grake hath heart Heaven Hood Irish potheen Judy kiss ladies larned laughing lips LITTLE'S POEMS look Lord Maginn MARY GENTLE MILLIKIN Misther MOORE MOORE'S MELODIES never night nose nymph o'er once ould Philostratus Plagiarism poet poor preesht Prout punch Quæ rose rosy round SABERTASH shine sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING smile song soul spirit stars sweet tell thee thine thou thought thrue Tom Hood Tom Moore Venus whin whiskey WILLIAM MAGINN young γαρ δε εν εστι και μεν μοι Ου τε Ω Λινν
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Page 298 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 209 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Page 298 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 302 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 306 - If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 314 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Page 327 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Page 331 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.
Page 309 - Although men are accused for not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps as few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold, which the owner knows not of.
Page 133 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.