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... don't suit me . " " " 66 THE DERBY DAY OPERATIZED . THE START . - Chorus of deserted wives to remorseless husbands . AIR- " Doodah , doodah , da . " LONDON ladies sing dis song - Darby ! Darby ! Darby race - course very long - Darby ...
... don't suit me . " " " 66 THE DERBY DAY OPERATIZED . THE START . - Chorus of deserted wives to remorseless husbands . AIR- " Doodah , doodah , da . " LONDON ladies sing dis song - Darby ! Darby ! Darby race - course very long - Darby ...
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... Don't , you can get your ch CROQUET . A LETTER FROM THE COUNTRY . D ㄢ. [ NOTE BY THE AUTHOR . - The learned leech's analysis having just come to hand , I find the phial had contained thirty drops of hyper- strychnate of arsenico ...
... Don't , you can get your ch CROQUET . A LETTER FROM THE COUNTRY . D ㄢ. [ NOTE BY THE AUTHOR . - The learned leech's analysis having just come to hand , I find the phial had contained thirty drops of hyper- strychnate of arsenico ...
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... don't , I implore you , Imagine my song is sufficiently long Or sufficiently dreary to bore you . MISS ARRAH - NA - POGUE - and good luck to her brogue- Still continues to cram the Princess's ; While that other young lady ( who teases O ...
... don't , I implore you , Imagine my song is sufficiently long Or sufficiently dreary to bore you . MISS ARRAH - NA - POGUE - and good luck to her brogue- Still continues to cram the Princess's ; While that other young lady ( who teases O ...
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... don't , I implore you , Imagine my song is sufficiently long Or sufficiently dreary to bore you . MISS ARRAH - NA - POGUE - and good luck to her brogue- Still continues to cram the Princess's ; While that other young lady ( who teases O ...
... don't , I implore you , Imagine my song is sufficiently long Or sufficiently dreary to bore you . MISS ARRAH - NA - POGUE - and good luck to her brogue- Still continues to cram the Princess's ; While that other young lady ( who teases O ...
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... don't wear nothing at all , as I've heerd my own godfather say as is their ways over there . I " Was ever you at the Italian opera , MRS . BROWN ? " says MRS . couldn't exactly make out what it was all about , no more couldn't WALTERS ...
... don't wear nothing at all , as I've heerd my own godfather say as is their ways over there . I " Was ever you at the Italian opera , MRS . BROWN ? " says MRS . couldn't exactly make out what it was all about , no more couldn't WALTERS ...
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Page 240 - Oh, elderly man, it's little I know Of the duties of men of the sea, And I'll eat my hand if I understand How you can possibly be " At once a cook, and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.
Page 102 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 12 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Page 27 - TO THE TERRESTRIAL GLOBE BY A MISERABLE WRETCH ROLL on, thou ball, roll on ! Through pathless realms of space Roll on ! What though I'm in a sorry case? What though I cannot meet my bills? What though I suffer toothache's ills? What though I swallow countless pills? Never you mind! Roll on ! Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Page 156 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labors, and the words move slow. Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Page 227 - PART I AT a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper One whom I will call ELVIRA, and we talked of love and TUPPER, MR. TUPPER and the poets, very lightly with them dealing, For I've always been distinguished for a strong poetic feeling. Then we let off paper crackers, each of which contained a motto, And she listened while I read them, till her mother told her not to. Then she whispered, "To the ball-room we had better, dear, be walking ; If we stop down here much longer, really people...
Page 79 - I wondered hugely what she meant, And said, "I'm bad at riddles; But I know where little girls are sent For telling taradiddles. "Now, if you don't reform," said I, " You'll never go to heaven." But all in vain; each time I try, That little idiot makes reply, "I ain't had more nor seven!" POSTSCRIPT: To borrow Wordsworth's name was wrong, Or slightly misapplied; And so I'd better call my song "Lines after Ache-inside.
Page 241 - When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. "And I eat that cook in a week or less, And — as I eating be The last of his chops, why, I almost drops, For a...
Page 167 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 227 - Martin Tupper sent the following reply to me: "A fool is bent upon a twig, but wise men dread a bandit,"— Which I know was very clever; but I didn't understand it.