The History of Johnny Quae Genus: The Little Foundling of the Late Doctor SyntaxMethuen & Company, 1903 - 251 ページ |
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... bore is a Z And her cheek wore a smile ze ver As she beheld th ' unconscious det , Who , careless of the kind debate . Play'd with the cherries on his plato . But such is Fire's uncertain hour , And such is fate's tyrannic power , That ...
... bore is a Z And her cheek wore a smile ze ver As she beheld th ' unconscious det , Who , careless of the kind debate . Play'd with the cherries on his plato . But such is Fire's uncertain hour , And such is fate's tyrannic power , That ...
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... bore relation to his own , Syntax , it was at Whitsuntide , And a short time before he died , In pleasant humour , after dinner , Surnam'd , in wine , the little sinner . And thus , amid the table's roar , Gave him from good , old ...
... bore relation to his own , Syntax , it was at Whitsuntide , And a short time before he died , In pleasant humour , after dinner , Surnam'd , in wine , the little sinner . And thus , amid the table's roar , Gave him from good , old ...
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... bore its part ; And her cheek wore a smile of joy As she beheld th ' unconscious boy , Who , careless of the kind debate , Play'd with the cherries on his plate . But such is life's uncertain hour , And such is fate's tyrannic power ...
... bore its part ; And her cheek wore a smile of joy As she beheld th ' unconscious boy , Who , careless of the kind debate , Play'd with the cherries on his plate . But such is life's uncertain hour , And such is fate's tyrannic power ...
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... bore And something like a glove he wore : Clean was his very sun - burnt skin Without a long hair on his chin , While his lank face , in ev'ry feature , Proclaim'd a keen , discerning nature ; And when he spoke there was an air Of ...
... bore And something like a glove he wore : Clean was his very sun - burnt skin Without a long hair on his chin , While his lank face , in ev'ry feature , Proclaim'd a keen , discerning nature ; And when he spoke there was an air Of ...
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... bore : But or in motion she, or still ; Her ev'ry hour is mark'd with ill. She looks best pleas'd when sorrow flows, She can disdain when virtue bows : Labour and penury and pain And sad disease compose her train, While vain complaint ...
... bore : But or in motion she, or still ; Her ev'ry hour is mark'd with ill. She looks best pleas'd when sorrow flows, She can disdain when virtue bows : Labour and penury and pain And sad disease compose her train, While vain complaint ...
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ANODYNE appear'd ask'd bed and board boast bore call'd chance charms clos'd command curious Dame Derry diff'rent door Drawn by Rowlandson e'en e'er employ'd enjoy'd ev'ry Ezekiel face fail'd fame fancy fate fear feel felt final doom folly fond form'd fortune gain'd gave gen'rous give gout grace hand hear heard heart Heaven Hero honest honour hop'd hope hour humble hump Jeff'ry's kind knew Knight known Lady live look look'd lov'd master mind Molly ne'er never o'er pain pass'd Pericranium play'd pleas'd pleasure pride promis'd Quackery QUÆ QUÆ GENUS Rowlandson QUE GENUS scarce scene seem'd seen serv'd Sir Jeffery Sir MIDRIFF smile snug corner soon sought Squire strange sure tale tell thought told town truth turn'd Twas us'd usury VALCOUR Vellum wants wealth Whate'er Whene'er whim wish wish'd
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87 ページ - Dares man upon himself confide ? The wretch who glories in his gain, Amasses heaps on heaps in vain. Why lose we life in anxious cares, To lay in hoards for future years ? Can those (when tortur'd by disease) Cheer our sick heart, or purchase ease ? Can those prolong one gasp of breath, Or calm the troubled hour of death ? What's beauty ? Call ye that your own ? A flower that fades as soon as blown.
212 ページ - SONG. It has long been agreed by all persons of learning Who in stories of old have a ready discerning, That in every country which travellers paint, There has always been found a protector or saint. Derry down, etc.
88 ページ - Stretch life beyond the destined hour ? Consider, man ; weigh well thy frame ; The king, the beggar is the same. 70 Dust form'd us all. Each breathes his day, Then sinks into his native clay. Beneath a venerable yew, That in the lonely churchyard grew, Two Ravens sat. In solemn croak 75 Thus one his hungry friend bespoke : Methinks I scent some rich repast ; The savour strengthens with the blast ; Snuff then, the promised feast inhale ; I taste the carcase in the gale.
212 ページ - He'd fight foiyhis country's religion and laws, And when beauty was injur'd he took up the cause ; • For the gallant St. Patrick, as ev'ry one knows, Was fond of a pretty girl, under the rose, Derry down, 2cc.