A Satire AnthologyC. Scribner's sons, 1905 - 369 pages |
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annuity ball bard bless blue brain caught Charles Stuart Calverley cried critics dead dear Devil door dress earth eyes fair fame Father Molloy fish flosserfize Frederick Edward Weatherly Gaffer Gray girls give glasses steady gold grace hand head hear heaven honour J. K. Stephen John Jenkins king knew lady land laugh live look Lord Love loves thee lover maids of Lee midge Molly Malone ne'er never night o'er Ohone Oliver Wendell Holmes poems poet poor praise quoth rhymes rich Richard Watson Gilder Robert Browning rose round satire sigh sing smile Somers song sorrow soul sure sweet talk tell There's thet thing Thomas Hood thought to-day true to Poll twas W. S. Gilbert wear Widow Malone wife William Makepeace Thackeray wonder young
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Page 97 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Page 20 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 28 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 31 - For he was of that stubborn Crew Of Errant Saints, whom all men grant To be the true Church Militant: Such as do build their Faith upon The holy Text of Pike and Gun...
Page 37 - Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 15 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city, Tell how the country erreth, Tell manhood shakes off pity, Tell virtue least preferreth.
Page 61 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 98 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Page 99 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun: But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Page 27 - Which may gain her name of best; If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool, and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what, with them they would do That without them dare to woo; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be?