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Page 6 - EVEN is come ; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun — one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch...
Page 6 - To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch; Or else to see Ducrow with wide stride ride Four horses as no other man can span ; Or in the small Olympic pit sit split Laughing at Liston, while you quiz his phiz.
Page 144 - Six days shalt thou labour and do all thy work ; but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God ; in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy man-servant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor the stranger that is within thy gates...
Page 132 - OH that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people...
Page 6 - Dreameth of one of her old flames, James Games, And that she hears — what faith is man's — Ann's banns And his, from Reverend Mr. Rice, twice, thrice : White ribbons flourish, and a stout shout out, That upward goes, shows Rose knows those bows' woes ! DOMESTIC ASIDES; OR, TRUTH IN PARENTHESES.
Page 6 - No go!" Now puss, while folks are in their beds, treads leads, And sleepers waking grumble, " Drat that cat ! " Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Some feline foe, and screams in shrill ill-will.
Page 7 - For Liberty our fathers' fought, Which with their blood, they dearly bought, The Fact'ry system sets at naught.
Page 132 - Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
Page 130 - A Lottery is a taxation Upon all the fools in creation; And Heaven be praised It is easily raised, Credulity's always in fashion: For Folly's a fund Will never lose ground, While fools are so rife in the nation.