Points of Humour

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C. Baldwyn, 1823 - 56 страница

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Страница 32 - With the ready trick and fable Round we wander all the day; And at night, in barn or stable, Hug our doxies on the hay. A fig &c. Does the train-attended carriage Thro
Страница 33 - A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
Страница viii - Something, however, is to be allowed to the nature of the subject, and something to the education of the poet ; and if, from veneration to the names of Swift and Dryden, we tolerate the grossness of the one, and the indelicacy of the other, the respect due to that of Burns may surely...
Страница 23 - ... to evince his sentiments by his practice, forced a few more mouthfuls of this disagreeable potion down his throat, till his stomach was so much offended, that he was compelled to start up of a sudden ; and, in the hurry of his elevation, overturned his plate into the bosom of the baron. The...
Страница 27 - And now a widow I must mourn The pleasures that will ne'er return; No comfort but a hearty can, When I think on John Highlandman. A pigmy scraper wi...
Страница 10 - Then addressing himself to the judge, said, I perceive, sir, that they will be maliciously obstinate to the last, and will never open their eyes. They wish certainly to avoid the shame of reading their own condemnation in the face of every one that looks upon them; it were better, if you think fit, to pardon them, and to send some person along with me for the ten thousand dirhems they have hidden.
Страница vi - for humorous description and nice discrimination of character," " inferior to no poem of the same length in the whole range of English poetry.
Страница 19 - Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyte. And infant frosts begin to bite. In hoary cranreuch drest; Ae night at e'en a merry core O' randie, gangrel bodies. In Poosie-Nansie's" held the splore, To drink their orra dudies: Wi' quaffing, and laughing, They ranted an' they sang; Wi' jumping, an' thumping, The vera girdle rang.

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