 | 1837 - 886 ページ
...stick — (1 knew so many cakes would make him sick ! ) '-'•nli fancies buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With...snipping at your gown ! ) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Cio to your mother, child, and wipe your noso ! ) Balmy, and breathing music like the South, (He... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 ページ
...knew so many cakes would make him sick!) With fancies buoyant as the thistledown, Prompting the feat grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like...south, (He really brings my heart into my mouth!) (dove; Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the (I'll tell you what, my love, I cannot write unless he's... | |
 | 1837 - 612 ページ
...the stick— ( I knew so many cakes would make him sick !) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With...nose !) Balmy and breathing music like the South, (He reallv brings my heart into my mouth ! ) Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as its star, — (I wish... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1837 - 322 ページ
...the stick— (I knew so many cakes would make him sick ! ) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown ! ) v. Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother,... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 ページ
...thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! With fancies, buoyant ag the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With...into my mouth !) Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as the star, — (I wish that window had an iron bar !) Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the dove,— I'll... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - 88 ページ
...gentle as the dove, (I '1l tell you what, my love, I cannot write, unless he's sent above !)—T.Hood. With many a lamblike frisk, (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown,) DISPUTATION. What Tully says of war may be applied to disputing ; it should be always so managed, as... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1847 - 302 ページ
...the stick — (I knew so many cakes would make him sick !) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child,... | |
 | 1848 - 616 ページ
...thistle-down, I'rompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like fri»k, (He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown,) Thou pretty...Balmy, and breathing music like the South, (He really bringe my heart into my mouth!) Fresh ал the morn, and brilliant ля its star, (I wish that window... | |
 | 1848 - 600 ページ
...lamb-like frisk, (tie's got tin', scissors, snipping at your gown,) Thou pretty ope u ing roso! (fio to your mother, child, and wipe your nose !) Balmy,...South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth!) Fresh a» the morn, and brilliant as its star, (I wisli that window had an iron bar!) Hold пм the hnwk,... | |
 | 1848 - 580 ページ
...the thistle-down, Prompting the race grotesque, and antic brisk. With many a lamb-like frisk, (Ho 'a got the scissors, snipping at your gown,) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, cbild.and wipe ynurnoaa !) Balmy, and breathing music like the South, (He really brings my heart into... | |
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No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick, (I knew so many cakes would make him sick !) With fancies buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic... 
