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Page 50 - THOU who, when fears attack, Bidst them avaunt, and Black Care, at the horseman's back Perching, unseatest ; Sweet, when the morn is gray; Sweet, when they've cleared away Lunch ; and at close of day Possibly sweetest : I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told, Not to thy credit ; How one (or two at most) Drops make a cat a ghost — Useless, except to roast — Doctors have said it : How they who use fusees All grow by slow degrees Brainless as chimpanzees, Meagre...
Page 144 - neath her crimson cheeks ; (Butter and eggs and a found of cheese) She gave up mending her father's breeks, And let the cat roll in her new chemise. She sat, with her hands 'neath her burning cheeks, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) And gazed at the piper for thirteen weeks ; Then she follow'd him out o'er the misty leas.
Page 155 - OWHAT harper could worthily harp it, Mine Edward ! this wide-stretching wold (Look out wold) with its wonderful carpet Of emerald, purple, and gold ! Look well at it — also look sharp, it Is getting so cold. The purple is heather (erica) • The yellow, gorse — call'd sometimes
Page 143 - The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair; (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, Which wholly consisted of lines like these.
Page 51 - Sweet, when they've cleared away Lunch ; and at close of day Possibly sweetest : I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told, Not to thy credit ; How one (or two at most) Drops make a cat a ghost — Useless, except to roast — Doctors have said it : How they who use fusees All grow by slow degrees Brainless as chimpanzees, Meagre as lizards : Go mad, and beat their wives ; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.
Page 201 - Go shop or sight-see — bar a spit o' rain !) In February, eighteen sixty nine, Alexandrina Victoria, Fidei Hm — hm — how runs the jargon ? being on throne. Such, sir, are all the facts, succinctly put, The basis or substratum — what you will — Of the impending eighty thousand lines. " Not much in 'em either," quoth perhaps simple Hodge. But there's a superstructure. Wait a bit. Mark first the rationale of the thing : Hear logic rivel and levigate the deed. That shilling — and for matter...
Page 201 - By way o' chop, swop, barter or exchange — 'Chop' was my snickering dandiprat's own term — One shilling and fourpence, current coin o' the realm. One one and four four Pence, one and fourpence — you are with me, sir? — What hour it skills not: ten or eleven o...
Page 144 - neath her dimpled cheeks, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) And spake not a word. While a lady speaks There is hope, but she didn't even sneeze. She sat with her hands 'neath her crimson cheeks, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) She gave up mending her father's breeks, And let the cat roll in her new chemise.
Page 204 - For what's the good of law in a case o' the kind Is mine to all intents and purposes. This settled, I resume the thread o' the tale. Now for a touch o' the vendor's quality. He says a gen'lman bought a pebble of him, (This pebble i' sooth, sir, which I hold i' my hand) — And paid for 't, like a gen'lman, on the nail.
Page 133 - I've glanced With envy at the swallows That through the window slid, and danced (Quite happy) round the gallows ; " But out again I come, and show My face nor care a stiver For trades are brisk and trades are slow, But mine goes on for ever." Thus on he prattled like a babbling brook. Then I, " The sun hath slipt behind the hill, And my aunt Vivian dines at half-past six.