Whims and oddities, in prose and verse. The two ser. complete1871 |
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... sort of world before eye - sight . Pis . I have some dim sympathy with your meaning . At the Creation , there was such a kind of blind - man's - buff work . The atoms jostled together , before there was a revealing sun . But are we not ...
... sort of world before eye - sight . Pis . I have some dim sympathy with your meaning . At the Creation , there was such a kind of blind - man's - buff work . The atoms jostled together , before there was a revealing sun . But are we not ...
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... sort of shuddering about me , that is willing to go more frankly in . Let us put up , then . By my halidom ! here is a little dead fish hanging at my hook : — and yet I never felt him bite . Pis . ' Tis only a little week - old gudgeon ...
... sort of shuddering about me , that is willing to go more frankly in . Let us put up , then . By my halidom ! here is a little dead fish hanging at my hook : — and yet I never felt him bite . Pis . ' Tis only a little week - old gudgeon ...
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... sort of skeleton - key Suspended at Death's door - so pale - and then He turn'd as nervous as an aspen tree ; The life of man is threescore years and ten , But he was perishing at twenty - three , For people truly said , as grief grew ...
... sort of skeleton - key Suspended at Death's door - so pale - and then He turn'd as nervous as an aspen tree ; The life of man is threescore years and ten , But he was perishing at twenty - three , For people truly said , as grief grew ...
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... sort of Forest Ranger : XVIII . Who , whether he had gone too soon to bed , Or dreamt himself into an appetite , Howbeit , he took a longing to be fed , About the hungry middle of the night ; So getting forth , he sought some scrap to ...
... sort of Forest Ranger : XVIII . Who , whether he had gone too soon to bed , Or dreamt himself into an appetite , Howbeit , he took a longing to be fed , About the hungry middle of the night ; So getting forth , he sought some scrap to ...
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... sort of elegy , and yet , simple as it was , I thought it worth a thousand of Lord Littleton's ! 66 Heyday , Sally ! what is the matter ? " was a very natural inquiry from my Aunt , when she came down into the kitchen ; and if she did ...
... sort of elegy , and yet , simple as it was , I thought it worth a thousand of Lord Littleton's ! 66 Heyday , Sally ! what is the matter ? " was a very natural inquiry from my Aunt , when she came down into the kitchen ; and if she did ...
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Anon Aunt BALLAD began beggar boat body body-snatcher bone breath brutal juices brute Butcher call'd cheek CRANIOLOGY dead dear Death doth dread dream dreary eyes face fancy Favourite felt fish flesh Gogmagog gone grave grew gudgeons hand hath head heart hint hope horse Howbeit huckaback Hudibras human Hunks hurdygurdies Hydrophobia Jack Jesuit's Bark Julio kind lady laugh'd legs look look'd Lord maid Meanwhile metempsychosis mocketh mortal mother mouth nature ne brown Nelly Gray never night nose Number nursing chair o'er once poor Pythagorean Quaker Quoth round Sally Brown seem'd Shakerly sing soon soul stept stood tail tears tender thee There's thing thou thought thro Tom Hodges took tooth turn turn'd Turnham Green Twas urchin visage wave weep widow William dear woman wonder
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Page 141 - 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 24 - 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 26 - 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 141 - 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 25 - 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 143 - 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 142 - 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 110 - 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 25 - 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.