Old London Street Cries and the Cries of To-day: With Heaps of Quaint Cuts Including Hand-coloured Frontispiece

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Field & Tuer, 1885 - Cries - 137 pages
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This is the classic nineteenth-century book on London Street Cries. It is an accessible introduction to street cries. The book is well illustrated. It understands street cries as forming a literature that illuminates aspects of London history and life -- that of the poor -- in a way that no other literature does. There is a wealth of information to be gleaned from street cries -- and also a great deal of pleasure in the sounds and imagery of what are really an early example of "found poems."  

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Page 106 - I never would cry old chairs to mend. If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry old clothes to sell...
Page 3 - Then unto London I dyd me hye, Of all the land it beareth the pryse : Hot pescodes, one began to crye, Strabery rype, and cherryes in the ryse...
Page 5 - One ofred me velvet, sylke, and lawne, An other he taketh me by the hande, " Here is Parys thred, the fynest in the land ;" I never was used to such thyngs indede, And wantyng mony I myght not spede.
Page 16 - Plot and Passion. ** The Plays may also be had separately, at is. each. Crown 410, half-Roxburghe, 12s. 6d. Vagabondiana ; or, Anecdotes of Mendicant Wanderers through the Streets of London ; with Portraits of the most Remarkable, drawn from the Life by JOHN THOMAS SMITH, late Keeper of the Prints in the British Museum. With Introduction by FRANCIS DOUCE, and Descriptive Text. With the Woodcuts and the 32 Plates, from the original Coppers.
Page 44 - If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.
Page 28 - And industry itself submit to death. The cracking crystal yields ; she sinks, she dies; Her head, chopt off, from her lost shoulders flies : ? Pippins she cry'd, but death her voice confounds, And pip,-pip,-pip, along the ice resounds.

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