The Humorous Poetry of the English Language: From Chaucer to Saxe ... with Notes, Explanatory and BiographicalMason brothers, 1856 - 689 страница |
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... There is , certainly , nothing more delightful than the fun of a man of genius . Humor , as Mr. Thackeray observes , is charming , and poetry is charming , but the blending of the two in the same composition is irresistible . There is ...
... There is , certainly , nothing more delightful than the fun of a man of genius . Humor , as Mr. Thackeray observes , is charming , and poetry is charming , but the blending of the two in the same composition is irresistible . There is ...
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... there's some may smile , While some , perhaps , will sigh . Young Cloe , bent on catching Loves , Such nets had learn'd to frame , That none , in all our vales and groves , Ere caught so much small game : While gentle Sue , less given ...
... there's some may smile , While some , perhaps , will sigh . Young Cloe , bent on catching Loves , Such nets had learn'd to frame , That none , in all our vales and groves , Ere caught so much small game : While gentle Sue , less given ...
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... there's no appearance ; So I'll sit down without delay , And here , at least , I'll make a clearance ! Oh ne'er " on such a day as this , " Would Dido with her woes oppresséd Have woo'd Æneas back to bliss , Or Trolius gone to hunt for ...
... there's no appearance ; So I'll sit down without delay , And here , at least , I'll make a clearance ! Oh ne'er " on such a day as this , " Would Dido with her woes oppresséd Have woo'd Æneas back to bliss , Or Trolius gone to hunt for ...
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... There's no such season . The Spring ! I shrink and shudder at her name ! For why , I find her breath a bitter blighter ! And suffer from her blows as if they came From Spring the Fighter . Her praises , then , let hardy poets sing , And ...
... There's no such season . The Spring ! I shrink and shudder at her name ! For why , I find her breath a bitter blighter ! And suffer from her blows as if they came From Spring the Fighter . Her praises , then , let hardy poets sing , And ...
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... Its ugly windows , ten a row ! Its chimneys in the rear ! And there's the iron rod so high , That drew the thunder from the sky And turned our table - beer ! THOMAS HOOD , There I was birched ! there I was bred ! 40 MISCELLANEOUS .
... Its ugly windows , ten a row ! Its chimneys in the rear ! And there's the iron rod so high , That drew the thunder from the sky And turned our table - beer ! THOMAS HOOD , There I was birched ! there I was bred ! 40 MISCELLANEOUS .
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Æsop Beignet Blogg boys Brentford charms Cock cried d'ye think DEAN SWIFT dear delight Devil dish divine Dolly dost e'er EPIGRAMS eyes face fair fancy fear give grace hair hand happy HARRIS BARHAM hast hath head hear heard heart heaven JAMES TAYLOR king kiss lady laugh Lille long-tail'd coat look look'd Lord ma'am maid MATTHEW PRIOR mind Miserable sinners morning N. P. WILLIS ne'er never Nick night niversity nose numbers o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once PETER PINDAR PINDAR poet poor pray pretty Prince Prince Bishop Pryce PUNCH quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round Saint scarce seem'd sigh sing smile song soul Sultaun swear sweet tell thee there's thet thing THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou thought town turn'd verger Whitbread wife young Zounds
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