The Parlour Portfolio, Or, Post-chaise Companion: Being a Selection of the Most Amusing and Interesting Articles and Anecdotes that Have Appeared in the Magazines, Newspapers, and Other Daily and Periodical Journals, from the Year 1700, to the Present Time, Volume 1Matthew Iley, and sold, 1820 - Anecdotes |
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... death of the Regent of France , was written just after the decease of that Prince , and while his Majesty was at Hanover . 1753 . How vain are mortal man's endeavours ! ( Said , at Dame Elliot's , Master T ―― rs ) Good Orleans dead ! In ...
... death of the Regent of France , was written just after the decease of that Prince , and while his Majesty was at Hanover . 1753 . How vain are mortal man's endeavours ! ( Said , at Dame Elliot's , Master T ―― rs ) Good Orleans dead ! In ...
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... Death of Dr. Young . Hic saltem accumulem donis , et fungar inani Munere . Ah , fatal hour ! at last we must resign ; Farewell , blest Poet , Satyrist , Divine ! For ever shall remain thy sacred name , Nor envy's tongue pollute thy ...
... Death of Dr. Young . Hic saltem accumulem donis , et fungar inani Munere . Ah , fatal hour ! at last we must resign ; Farewell , blest Poet , Satyrist , Divine ! For ever shall remain thy sacred name , Nor envy's tongue pollute thy ...
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... you will oblige your constant reader , TOM TELL - TRUTH . What I am going to bequeath , When this frail part submits to death ; VOL . 1 . C * But still I hope the spark divine , With OR , POST - CHAISE COMPANION . 17.
... you will oblige your constant reader , TOM TELL - TRUTH . What I am going to bequeath , When this frail part submits to death ; VOL . 1 . C * But still I hope the spark divine , With OR , POST - CHAISE COMPANION . 17.
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... death th ' advent'rous hunter wait . But hark- The hunter's notes , on Zephyr's pinion borne , Assail my ears- Already Phoebus gilds the mountain top . Great Phoebus , patron of the hunting crew , Propitious smile and vanish ev'ry doubt ...
... death th ' advent'rous hunter wait . But hark- The hunter's notes , on Zephyr's pinion borne , Assail my ears- Already Phoebus gilds the mountain top . Great Phoebus , patron of the hunting crew , Propitious smile and vanish ev'ry doubt ...
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... death ? Can they assist you at the bar where you stand for trial ? Will your vergers , your pre- bends , your canons , and your deans , screen you from the steadfast eye of the Judge ? Can He who commanded us to love one another , and ...
... death ? Can they assist you at the bar where you stand for trial ? Will your vergers , your pre- bends , your canons , and your deans , screen you from the steadfast eye of the Judge ? Can He who commanded us to love one another , and ...
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Page 308 - Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin— who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Page 308 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Page 304 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 305 - So three doors off the chaise was stayed, where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog to dash through thick and thin.
Page 410 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Page 311 - Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Page 306 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Page 312 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Page 231 - was a yeoman, and had no lands of his own ; only he had a farm of three or four pounds by the year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so much as kept half a dozen men. He had walk for a hundred sheep, and my mother milked thirty kine...
Page 159 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...