Burlesques

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Jenson Society printed for members only by the University Press, 1905
 

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Page 44 - Wait till you come to Forty Year ! Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Grizzling hair the brain doth clear — Then you know a boy is an ass, Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to Forty Year. Pledge me round, I bid ye declare, All good fellows whose beards are...
Page 26 - Bishop walked the King with steps sedate, Chamberlains and grooms came after, silversticks and goldsticks great Chaplains, aides-de-camp, and pages, — all the officers of state. " Sliding after like his shadow, pausing when he chose to pause, If a frown his face contracted...
Page 29 - Canute turned towards the ocean — "Back! " he said, "thou foaming brine. "From the sacred shore I stand on, I command thee to retreat ; Venture not, thou stormy rebel, to approach thy master's seat: Ocean, be thou still ! I bid thee come not nearer to my feet ! " But the sullen ocean answered with a louder deeper roar, And the rapid waves drew nearer, falling sounding on the shore ; Back the Keeper and the Bishop, back the King and courtiers bore. And he sternly bade them never more to kneel to...
Page 29 - Canute turned towards the ocean, — " Back ! " he said, '* thou foaming brine. ' From the sacred shore I stand on, I command thee to retreat ; Venture not, thou stormy rebel, to approach thy master's seat ; Ocean, be thou still ! I bid thee come not nearer to my feet!
Page 27 - The King's arm-chair!" Then towards the lackeys turning, quick my lord the Keeper nodded, Straight the King's great chair was brought him, by two footmen able-bodied; Languidly he sank into it; it was comfortably wadded. "Leading on my fierce companions," cried he, "over storm and brine, I have fought and I have conquered! Where was glory like to mine?
Page 44 - Ho ! pretty page, with dimpled chin, / That never has known the barber's shear, All your aim is woman to win — This is the way that boys begin — Wait till you've come to forty year ! Curly gold locks cover foolish brains, Billing and cooing is all your cheer, Sighing and singing of midnight strains Under Bonnybells

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