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... O'er the unyielding loins , to keep from flight The inconstant wind , that all too often flies , - The Nonpareil stands ! -Fame , whose bright eyes run o'er With joy to see a Chicken of her own , Dips her rich pen in claret , and writes ...
... O'er the unyielding loins , to keep from flight The inconstant wind , that all too often flies , - The Nonpareil stands ! -Fame , whose bright eyes run o'er With joy to see a Chicken of her own , Dips her rich pen in claret , and writes ...
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... o'er her ten - week - stocks had hung ; Then down the stairs by two3 and threes she sprung , And through the passage like a burglar darted . Alas ! how sanguine are the fond and young- She little thought , when with the coin she parted ...
... o'er her ten - week - stocks had hung ; Then down the stairs by two3 and threes she sprung , And through the passage like a burglar darted . Alas ! how sanguine are the fond and young- She little thought , when with the coin she parted ...
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... o'er - The Mountains of the Moon ! " What matters where ? my world no longer owns That dear meridian spot from which I dated Degrees of distance , hemispheres , and zones , A globe all blank and barren and belated . What matters where ...
... o'er - The Mountains of the Moon ! " What matters where ? my world no longer owns That dear meridian spot from which I dated Degrees of distance , hemispheres , and zones , A globe all blank and barren and belated . What matters where ...
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... o'er the blinds Venetian , To see the sphere so troubled with repletion . " The Moon ! " he cried , and an electric spasm Seemed all at once his features to distort , And fixed his mouth , a dumb and gaping chasm— His faculties benumbed ...
... o'er the blinds Venetian , To see the sphere so troubled with repletion . " The Moon ! " he cried , and an electric spasm Seemed all at once his features to distort , And fixed his mouth , a dumb and gaping chasm— His faculties benumbed ...
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... o'er the spirit of my dream . ” — BYRON . METHOUGHT for Fancy is the strangest gadder When sleep all homely mundane ties hath riven- Methought that I ascended Jacob's ladder , With heartfelt hope of getting up to Heaven : Some bell , I ...
... o'er the spirit of my dream . ” — BYRON . METHOUGHT for Fancy is the strangest gadder When sleep all homely mundane ties hath riven- Methought that I ascended Jacob's ladder , With heartfelt hope of getting up to Heaven : Some bell , I ...
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Page 400 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 335 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While...
Page 347 - ... such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with ,their little professional notes sounding like the peep peep of a young sparrow...
Page 354 - He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
Page 486 - ... the only thing of the world that was left yet undone, whereby a notable mind might be made famous and fortunate.
Page 136 - This Swithin was a saint, I trow, And Winchester's bishop also, Who in his time did many a feat, As Popish legends do repeat ; A woman, having broke her eggs, By stumbling at another.s legs, For which she made a woful cry, St.
Page 181 - Lawk help me, I don't know where to look, or to run, if I only knew which way — A Child as is lost about London streets, and especially Seven Dials, is a needle in a 'bottle of hay. I am all in a quiver — get out of my sight, do, you wretch, you little Kitty M'Nab!
Page 376 - Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will.
Page 292 - Never go to France, Unless you know the lingo ; If you do, like me, You will repent, by jingo ; Staring like a fool, And silent as a mummy, There I stood alone, A nation with a dummy ! "Aliens! Vlte! Vite ! Vite! Vito!" " No, Mounseer, not veat — thems whoats !' OUR VILLAGE. "Sireet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Page 315 - I'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore : — Young Love likes to knock at a pretty girl's door : So he called upon Lucy — 'twas just ten o'clock — Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock. Now, a handmaid, whatever her fingers be at, Will run like a puss when she hears a rat-tat- : So Lucy ran up — and in two seconds more Had questioned the stranger and answered the door.