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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Page 128
It reminds me of scenes upon life ' s chequer ' d stage , Of sorrows , alas , which
no time can assuage ; Ab ! witness the tears and the sobbings of age , Thou dear
cot where I first saw my Jane . My tears have ceas ' d flowing - - their fountain is ...
It reminds me of scenes upon life ' s chequer ' d stage , Of sorrows , alas , which
no time can assuage ; Ab ! witness the tears and the sobbings of age , Thou dear
cot where I first saw my Jane . My tears have ceas ' d flowing - - their fountain is ...
Page 222
Well then , to begin , my dear Bab , and be short ; In the presence I was , when
the m - y - r came to court ; Ye gods ! what a shame , that the scum of the earth
Should dare to petition as people of birth ! Such a sight , my dear Bab , with their
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Well then , to begin , my dear Bab , and be short ; In the presence I was , when
the m - y - r came to court ; Ye gods ! what a shame , that the scum of the earth
Should dare to petition as people of birth ! Such a sight , my dear Bab , with their
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Page 223
Such a sight , my dear Bab , with their gowns and broad faces , With their vile
vulgar gaits , and their staves and their maces : But , like owls in the sun , how our
K - made them blink ! And then , my dear soul , how these creatures did stink !
Such a sight , my dear Bab , with their gowns and broad faces , With their vile
vulgar gaits , and their staves and their maces : But , like owls in the sun , how our
K - made them blink ! And then , my dear soul , how these creatures did stink !
Page 239
Impromptu , on a lovely Mother kissing her Child . While Fanny kiss ' d her infant
child “ You bite my lip , ” she cry ' d , “ my dear . " The smiling child , though half
afraid , Thus to her beauteous mother said , “ With me , mama , pray do not
quarrel ...
Impromptu , on a lovely Mother kissing her Child . While Fanny kiss ' d her infant
child “ You bite my lip , ” she cry ' d , “ my dear . " The smiling child , though half
afraid , Thus to her beauteous mother said , “ With me , mama , pray do not
quarrel ...
Page 306
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 ...
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 ...
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Page 310 - 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 310 - 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 306 - 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 307 - 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 412 - 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 313 - 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 308 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Page 314 - 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 233 - 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 161 - 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...