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Page 110
... Golden Cups and flagons : And as for the common husbandry nags , Their noses were tied in money - bags , When they stopp'd with the carts and wagons . Moreover , he had a Golden Ass , Sometimes at stall , and sometimes at grass , That ...
... Golden Cups and flagons : And as for the common husbandry nags , Their noses were tied in money - bags , When they stopp'd with the carts and wagons . Moreover , he had a Golden Ass , Sometimes at stall , and sometimes at grass , That ...
Page 111
... golden bees Were the five per cents , or which you please , When his cash was more than plenty- That the golden cups were racing affairs ; And his daughters , who sang Italian airs , Had their golden harps of Clementi . That the Golden Ass ...
... golden bees Were the five per cents , or which you please , When his cash was more than plenty- That the golden cups were racing affairs ; And his daughters , who sang Italian airs , Had their golden harps of Clementi . That the Golden Ass ...
Page 126
... Ass to understand , That he didn't carry a bag of sand , But a burden of golden treasure . A load of treasure ? -alas ! alas ! Had her horse been fed upon English grass , And sheltered in Yorkshire spinneys , Had he scour'd the sand ...
... Ass to understand , That he didn't carry a bag of sand , But a burden of golden treasure . A load of treasure ? -alas ! alas ! Had her horse been fed upon English grass , And sheltered in Yorkshire spinneys , Had he scour'd the sand ...
Page 165
... Golden Age , Without any Arcadian features ? And what were joys of the pastoral kind To a Bride - town - made - with a heart and mind With simplicity ever at battle ? A bride of an ostentatious race , Who , thrown in the Golden ... ass on the ...
... Golden Age , Without any Arcadian features ? And what were joys of the pastoral kind To a Bride - town - made - with a heart and mind With simplicity ever at battle ? A bride of an ostentatious race , Who , thrown in the Golden ... ass on the ...
Page 47
... ass at a tinkering job , To the Saint who expounded at " Little Zion " Or the " Sinner who kept the Golden Lion " The man teetotally wean'd from liquor- The Beadle , the Clerk , or the Reverend Vicar- Nay , the very Pie in its cage of ...
... ass at a tinkering job , To the Saint who expounded at " Little Zion " Or the " Sinner who kept the Golden Lion " The man teetotally wean'd from liquor- The Beadle , the Clerk , or the Reverend Vicar- Nay , the very Pie in its cage of ...
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Page 203 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily: Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh, it was pitiful!
Page 34 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
Page 180 - had always, for me, an inexpressible charm : — O saw ye not fair Ines ? She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest...
Page 35 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The...
Page 26 - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave! Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave — Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave!
Page 23 - And, long since then, of bloody men Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves ; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod...
Page 210 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 130 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page 211 - Work, work, work, In the dull December light, And work, work, work, When the weather Is warm and bright, While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs, And twit me with the spring.
Page 60 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...