The Complete Poems of W.M. ThackerayF.A. Stokes, 1887 - 226 páginas |
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... He mused upon this curious case , And swore he'd change the pigtail's place , And have it hanging at his face , Not dangling there behind him . Says he , " The mystery I've found , - I'll turn me round , " he turned him round But still ...
... He mused upon this curious case , And swore he'd change the pigtail's place , And have it hanging at his face , Not dangling there behind him . Says he , " The mystery I've found , - I'll turn me round , " he turned him round But still ...
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Bareacres beat bell bien bless blow blushing Bolton Row Bouillabaisse boys brave Brentford Buckley Square bussum cane-bottom'd chair captain cheek church Coort Cossacks cried crown cursed dear Doctor door-key drink drum drummer Eh gai eyes fair fight friars gallant gate gentle gentleman glory Grace gros Roger-Bontemps Guilford Street hair hear heard heart Heaven holy honest horgin-boys Hyacinth Jack Jeames King King Canute Kioff Kiow lady Lansdowne Crescent Lille little Bill look Lord Mary ne'er never night Nora o'er peaceful Peg of Limavaddy Pleaseman poor pooty POPE pore pound pray Prince Roney rose round Saint says Shannon shore shout sing smiling song Sophia spoke sure sweet Pimlico sword thee There's thou thought thousand guineas took town Twas unto Valkin Vich vith weary WHITE SQUALL wine wondrous young YVETOT
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Página 87 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Página 71 - ... She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, . And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.
Página 69 - Kneel undisturb'd, fair saint, Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly. I will not enter there, To sully your pure prayer With thoughts unruly. But suffer me to pace Round the forbidden place, Lingering a minute, Like outcast spirits, who wait And see through Heaven's gate Angels within it. "Have you got any more, young fellow?
Página 52 - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting? I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me. — There's no one now to share my cup.
Página 111 - THERE were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain's biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator They'd nothing left but one split pea. Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy,
Página 64 - When the candles burn low, and the company's gone, In the silence of night as I sit here alone— I sit here alone, but we yet are a pair — My Fanny I see in my cane-bottom'd chair.
Página 77 - POCAHONTAS. WEARIED arm and broken sword Wage in vain the desperate fight : Round him press a countless horde, He is but a single knight. Hark ! a cry of triumph shrill Through the wilderness resounds, As, with twenty bleeding wounds, Sinks the warrior, fighting still. Now they heap the fatal pyre, And the torch of death they light ; Ah ! 'tis hard to die of fire ! Who will shield the captive knight ? Round the stake with fiendish cry Wheel and dance the savage crowd, Cold the victim's mien, and...
Página 50 - Should love good victuals and good drinks. And Cordelier or Benedictine Might gladly, sure, his lot embrace, Nor find a fast-day too afflicting, Which served him up a Bouillabaisse. I wonder if the house still there is ? Yes, here the lamp is, as before ; The smiling red-cheeked frailiere is Still opening oysters at the door.
Página 77 - ... the savage crowd, Cold the victim's mien and proud, And his breast is bared to die. Who will shield the fearless heart ? Who avert the murderous blade ? From the throng, with sudden start, See, there springs an Indian maid. Quick she stands before the knight, " Loose the chain, unbind the ring, I am daughter of the king, And I claim the Indian right...
Página 49 - The New Street of the Little Fields. And here's an inn, not rich and splendid, But still in comfortable case ; The which in youth I oft attended, To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse.