Ballads and SongsG. P. Putnam, 1906 - 276 páginas |
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Ballads and Songs William Makepeace Thackeray,H. M. 1875-1960 Brock Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALMACK'S BALLAD beat bless blow blushing Bouillabaisse boys brave Brentford Buckley Square bussums cane-bottom'd chair CANUTE cheek CHRISTMAS WAITS Coort cursed dear deck Didland Doctor drink drum drumm'd drummer Duke eyes fair G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS gallant gate gent gentle gentleman glorious Grace grey Guilford Street H.M. Brock hair hath heard heart Heaven HM Brock honest horgin-boys Jack Jeames of Buckley kind gentlemen King Kitty lady LARRY O'TOOLE laugh lawyer Lille look Lord Lucy Neal Mary Moses ne'er never night noble Nora O'Brine o'er peace Peg of Limavaddy pleasant Pleaseman poor pooty pore pray Prince Queen Roney rose round Saint Saint Willibald says Shannon shore sing smiling sure sweet Pimlico thee There's thou thought Twas Vich vith WHITE SQUALL WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind wine WOFLE wondrous yonder young YVETOT
Pasajes populares
Página 262 - THE play is done ; the curtain drops, Slow falling, to the prompter's bell : A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task ; And when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
Página 81 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And Ms passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled.
Página 58 - CHRISTMAS is here ; Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we ; Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs Birds of rare plume Sang, in its bloom ; Night-birds are we ; Here we carouse, Singing, like them, Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree.
Página 266 - Heaven on high, it said, And peace on earth to gentle men. My song, save this, is little worth ; I lay the weary pen aside, And wish you health, and love, and mirth, As fits the solemn Christmas-tide. As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol still — Be peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will.
Página 54 - A STREET there is in Paris famous, For which no rhyme our language yields, Rue Neuve des Petits Champs its name is— The New Street of the Little Fields. And here's an inn, not rich and splendid, But still in comfortable case; The which in youth I oft attended, To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse.
Página 60 - Happy we'll be ! Drink, every one; Pile up the coals, Fill the red bowls, Round the old tree ! Drain we the cup. — Friend, art afraid ? Spirits are laid In the Red Sea. Mantle it up ; Empty it yet; Let us forget, Round the old tree. Sorrows, begone ! Life and its ills, Duns and their bills, Bid we to flee. Come with the dawn, Blue-devil sprite, Leave us to-night, Round the old tree. THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS. " A surgeon of the United States...
Página 69 - Tis a murderous knife to toast muffins upon. Long, long, through the hours, and the night and the chimes, Here we talk of old books, and old friends, and old times ; As we sit in a fog made of rich Latakie, This chamber is pleasant to you, friend, and me.
Página 56 - I'd scarce a beard upon my face, And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine? Come, waiter ! quick, a flagon crusty — I'll pledge them in the good old wine. The kind old voices and old faces My memory can quick retrace ; Around the board they take their places, And share the wine and Bouillabaisse. There's...
Página 36 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
Página 56 - It is the lot of saint and sinner, So honest TERRE'S run his race." "What will Monsieur require for dinner ? " "Say, do you still cook Bouillabaisse ? " " Oh, oui, Monsieur," 's the waiter's answer; " Quel vin Monsieur desire-t-il ? " "Tell me a good one."— "That I * can, Sir : The Chambertin with yellow seal.