London LyricsFields, Osgood, 1870 - 194 páginas |
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ANGORA CAT ARCADIA Beauty bells beneath betimes bliss bloom Boodle's boys BRAMBLE-RISE call'd CASTLE charming cheek child Christmas Cockaigne cockke damsel darling dead dear dreams Ears eyes fade fairest roses wither fancy fond friends gave gaze GERALDINE girls grace grave green Gunpowder Plot hair happy heart hither hornnes INVITATION TO ROME JAMES'S STREET Janet JESTER'S MORAL Lady Fair lamb laugh LETTER Little Pitcher maid maiden meet mirth Miss muse NEIGHBOUR ROSE never nice once pair PALL MALL Papa pass'd Perhaps picaninny Piccadilly PILGRIMS PLACID'S FLIRTATION pleasant poet poor pretty prize Puss rhyme Ring ROTTEN ROW RUSSET PITCHER seem'd show'd SILENT POOL SIR GYLES GYLES smile soon sorrow spell sweet tear tempora mutantur tender thee There's thou thought Tiber Tunbridge Twas Vanity Fair Veii VICTORIA CROSS vow'd wear weep wife wish wonder Woodcuts young youth
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Página 192 - MARQUISE, si mon visage A quelques traits un peu vieux, Souvenez-vous qu'à mon âge Vous ne vaudrez guère mieux. Le temps aux plus belles choses Se plaît à faire un affront, Et saura faner vos roses Comme il a ridé mon front...
Página 186 - I wish that I could run away From House, and Court, and Levee, Where bearded men appear to-day Just Eton boys grown heavy, — That I could bask in childhood's sun And dance o'er childhood's roses, And find huge wealth in one pound one, Vast wit...
Página 168 - Fox, And Selwyn's ghastly funning. The dear old Street of clubs and cribs, As north and south it stretches, Still seems to smack of Rolliad squibs, And Gillray's fiercer sketches; The quaint old dress, the grand old style, The mots, the racy stories; The wine, the dice, the wit, the bile — The hate of Whigs and Tories.
Página 193 - De ces ravages du temps. Vous en avez qu'on adore, Mais ceux que vous méprisez Pourraient bien durer encore Quand ceux-là seront usés. Ils pourront sauver la gloire Des yeux qui me semblent doux, Et dans mille ans faire croire Ce qu'il me plaira de vous.
Página 174 - Browning,— That stupid old Browning of yours! His vogue and his verve are alarming, I'm anxious to give him his due; But, Fred, he's not nearly so charming A Poet as you! I heard how you shot at The Beeches, I saw how you rode Chanticleer, I have read the report of your speeches, And echoed the echoing cheer.
Página 75 - Your pietd of Marc Antoine. Fair virtue doth fair play enjoin, Fair Virtuoso ! At times an Ariel, cruel-kind, Will kiss my lips, and stir your blind, And whisper low, " She hides behind ; Thou art not lonely.
Página 84 - Romney's touch be true, What a lucky dog were you, Grandpapa! Her lips are sweet as love; They are parting! Do they move? Are they dumb ? Her eyes are blue, and beam Beseechingly, and seem To say, "Come!
Página 120 - MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS. THEY nearly strike me dumb, And I tremble when they come Pit-a-pat : This palpitation means That these boots are Geraldine's, — Think of that. O, where did hunter win So delicate a skin For her feet ? You lucky little kid, You perished, so you did, For my sweet ! The...
Página 155 - Poet's bays, And swear one's waspish when one's witty. The critic's lot is passing hard, — Between ourselves, I think reviewers, When call'd to truss a crowing bard, Should not be sparing of the skewers.
Página 86 - THE SKELETON IN THE CUPBOARD The characters of great and small Come ready made, we can't bespeak one; Their sides are many, too, and all (Except ourselves) have got a weak one. Some sanguine people love for life, Some love their hobby till it flings them. How many love a pretty wife For love of the eclat she brings them!