Whims and oddities, in prose and verse. The two ser. complete1871 |
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... passing well , and with that lays a loud buss upon her cheek , which cannot blushe by reason of its perfect ruddynesse . Anon , he spreadeth in her lap the pink ribbands which he bought at the wake , for her busking , and alsoe a great ...
... passing well , and with that lays a loud buss upon her cheek , which cannot blushe by reason of its perfect ruddynesse . Anon , he spreadeth in her lap the pink ribbands which he bought at the wake , for her busking , and alsoe a great ...
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... became milder , ( as the virulence of the small - pox is abated after passing through the constitution of a cow , ) by its transmission through the animal . In like manner , a formal young Quaker and Quakeress 116 WHIMS AND ODDITIES .
... became milder , ( as the virulence of the small - pox is abated after passing through the constitution of a cow , ) by its transmission through the animal . In like manner , a formal young Quaker and Quakeress 116 WHIMS AND ODDITIES .
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... passing the love of women at least for women . It is not often servitude begets much kindliness between the two relations ; hers , however , grew from that ungenial soil . For the whole family of the Shakerlies she has a strong feudal ...
... passing the love of women at least for women . It is not often servitude begets much kindliness between the two relations ; hers , however , grew from that ungenial soil . For the whole family of the Shakerlies she has a strong feudal ...
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... passing bell with hollow toll Was in his thought - the dreary hole ! Jack gave his eyes a horrid roll , And then a cough . " There's something weighing on my soul I wish was off : XXXVII . " All night it roves about my brains , All day ...
... passing bell with hollow toll Was in his thought - the dreary hole ! Jack gave his eyes a horrid roll , And then a cough . " There's something weighing on my soul I wish was off : XXXVII . " All night it roves about my brains , All day ...
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... passing bell ; my buckler puts me In mind of a bier ; this , my broadsword , a pickaxe To dig my grave . " I. . -THE LOVER'S PROGRESS . WAS in that memorable year France threaten'd to put off in Flat - bottom'd boats , intending each To ...
... passing bell ; my buckler puts me In mind of a bier ; this , my broadsword , a pickaxe To dig my grave . " I. . -THE LOVER'S PROGRESS . WAS in that memorable year France threaten'd to put off in Flat - bottom'd boats , intending each To ...
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Anon arms Aunt BALLAD began boat body body-snatcher bone breath brutal juices brute Butcher cheek coat coffin CRANIOLOGY dead dear Death doth dread dream dreary easy song eyes face fancy felt friends Gogmagog gone grave grew hand hath head heart hint hope Howbeit huckaback human Hunks hurdygurdies Hydrophobia IANCA Izaak Walton Jack Julio kill'd kind Lady laugh'd legs look look'd Lord maid Meanwhile metempsychosis mocketh mortal mouth ne brown Nelly Gray never night nose Number nursing chair o'er once pair poor Pythagorean Quaker Quoth round Sally Sally Brown seem'd Shakerly sing skin small and thin soon soul stood tears tender tender lover thee There's thing thou thought thro Tom Hodges took tooth turn turn'd Twas visage wave weep widows William dear woman
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Page 147 - Now Ben he loved a pretty maid Her name was Nelly Gray; So he went to pay her his devours When he'd devoured his pay! But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off! 'O Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform!
Page 30 - Ben he was brought to. The Boatswain swore with wicked words, Enough to shock a saint, That though she did seem in a fit, 'Twas nothing but a feint. Come, girl, said he, hold up your head, He'll be as good as me ; For when your swain is in our boat, A boatswain he will be.
Page 6 - 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 call'd upon Lucy — 'twas just ten o'clock — Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock.
Page 32 - I've met with many a breeze before, But never such a blow." Then reading on his 'bacco box, He heaved a bitter sigh, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. And then he tried to sing " All's Well," But could not though he tried ; His head was turned, and so he chewed His pigtail till he died.
Page 147 - Now Ben he loved a pretty maid, Her name was Nelly Gray ; So he went to pay her his devours, When he devoured his pay! But when he called on Nelly Gray, She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs, Began to take them off! "O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform!
Page 31 - And see him out of sight." A waterman came up to her, . "Now, young woman," said he, "If you weep on so, you will make Eye-water in the sea.
Page 149 - Now, when he went from Nelly Gray, His heart so heavy got, And life was such a burthen grown, It made him take a knot ! So round his melancholy neck A rope he did entwine, And, for his second time in life, Enlisted in the Line ! One end he tied around a beam, And then removed his pegs, And, as his legs were off — of course He soon was off his legs ! And there he hung, till he was dead As any nail in town, — For, though distress had cut him up, It could not cut him down ! A dozen men sat on his...
Page 148 - you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you cannot wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms!" "O, false and fickle Nelly Gray; I know why you refuse: Though I've no feet — some other man Is standing in my shoes! "I wish I ne'er had seen your face; But now a long farewell! For you will be my death — alas! You will not be my Nell!
Page 116 - I chose one accordingly, a pretty villa, with bow windows, and a prospect delightfully marine. The ocean murmur sounded incessantly from the beach. A decent elderly body, in decayed sables, undertook on her part to promote the comfort of the occupants by every suitable attention, and, as she assured me, at a very reasonable rate.
Page 31 - I'd follow him; But oh ! — I'm not a fish-woman, And so I cannot swim. "Alas! I was not born beneath The Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, And walk about in Wales.