Humorous poems by English and American writersWilliam Michael Rossetti Ward, Lock, & Company, 1878 - 488 страница |
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... taste , those useful deities . We press the juicy god , and quaff his blood , And grind the yellow goddess into food . Yet we decline not all the work of art ; But , where more bounteous Nature bears a part , And guides her handmaid if ...
... taste , those useful deities . We press the juicy god , and quaff his blood , And grind the yellow goddess into food . Yet we decline not all the work of art ; But , where more bounteous Nature bears a part , And guides her handmaid if ...
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... taste ; Who now , with Time , thy days resolve , And in a jelly thee dissolve , - Like a shot star , which doth repair Upward , and rarify the air . THOMAS STANLEY . [ Son of a knight in Hertfordshire : born in 1620 , died in 1678 ...
... taste ; Who now , with Time , thy days resolve , And in a jelly thee dissolve , - Like a shot star , which doth repair Upward , and rarify the air . THOMAS STANLEY . [ Son of a knight in Hertfordshire : born in 1620 , died in 1678 ...
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... taste . ' Tis possible this magazine of hell ( Whose name would turn a verse into a spell , Whose mischief is congenial to his life ) May yet enjoy an honourable wife . Nor let his ill be reckoned as her blame , Nor yet my follies blast ...
... taste . ' Tis possible this magazine of hell ( Whose name would turn a verse into a spell , Whose mischief is congenial to his life ) May yet enjoy an honourable wife . Nor let his ill be reckoned as her blame , Nor yet my follies blast ...
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... from thy beauteous snout ( Whilst we attend with ear , Like thine , pricked up devout , To taste thy sugary voice , which here and there 154 SAMUEL WESLEY ( SENR . ) SAMUEL WESLEY (Senr )— A Pindaric on the Grunting of a Hog.
... from thy beauteous snout ( Whilst we attend with ear , Like thine , pricked up devout , To taste thy sugary voice , which here and there 154 SAMUEL WESLEY ( SENR . ) SAMUEL WESLEY (Senr )— A Pindaric on the Grunting of a Hog.
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... taste can scarce a difference find ! No more may I thy glorious gammons eat- No more Partake of the free farmer's Christmas store , Black puddings which with fat would make your mouth run o'er , - If I ( though I should ne'er so long ...
... taste can scarce a difference find ! No more may I thy glorious gammons eat- No more Partake of the free farmer's Christmas store , Black puddings which with fat would make your mouth run o'er , - If I ( though I should ne'er so long ...
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æther aint Alderman beasts Born BOZZY called Chanticleer charms Confound the Cats cried curchy curse dame dear delight devil died Doctor Johnson Doneraile doth dream drink ears eyes fair fame fear folks fool friends give grace hand hath head hear heart heaven ho ho ho holy orders James Boswell king kiss lady laugh Little Jerry live long ez look lord MADAME PIOZZI merry mind Muse ne'er never night nought o'er pain PINDARIC pleasure poem poet poor praise pray quoth rhyme RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN round Samuel Wesley says sing sleep smile soul sure sweet taste tell thee there's thet thet's things thou thought took town true truth turn Twas unto verse Whilst wife William Darton wise wonder word
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