Recaptured Rhymes: Being a Batch of Political and Other Fugitives Arrested and Brought to BookWilliam Blackwood, 1882 - 164 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
aunt Jemima ballad Baloonatics Craniocracs Baron de Wigg bless blind breath Buchanan Commissioner Frere cried Crotchett DAMOSEL dead DEAR FRANK death dessert DICKY O'DOWD dream Dudley James earth eyes face Fadd fate Fcap Firth of Tay foes Fog and perplexity foolish force Gladstone-the Glycerine Barometer grave hair hand heart heaven humour INSPECTOR Italia Irredenta Jonas Fisher know thee Kurdish Kurds labour LAPUTA Latterday Radd Little brother mankind modern poet's song moral Mother Carey naked prey o'er obtest pastoral pipe Piet pipe and tabor poets pray race refrain rhyme to June rhyme to river sage simple scriptural sing SIR THEODORE MARTIN Sister Helen smiled Spaghett spared storm stronger Sultan and Shah sure sweet Swinbun thine thing thought Totæ trick triumph Twas Ubi sunt Vainly VERS DE SOCIÉTÉ werse werse indecent westry What's Whigs Wigged wonder
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Página 110 - Be quiet, you torment, or how can I write, Little brother ? (0 Mother Carey, mother ! HOVJ gathers thy train to the sea from the heaven !)" " And who's Mother Carey, and what is her train, Sister Helen ? And why do you call her again and again ? " " You troublesome boy, why that's the refrain, Little brother.
Página 112 - Collect your chickens and go to — heaven.' (A pause. Then the big brother singeth, accompanying himself in a plaintive wise on the triangle :) "• Look in my face. My name is Used-to-was, I am also called Played-out and Done-to-death, And It-will-wash-no-more. Awakeneth Slowly, but sure awakening it has, The common-sense of man; and I, alas ! The ballad-burden trick, now known too well, Am turned to scorn, and grown contemptible — A too transparent artifice to pass. * What a cheap dodge I am...
Página 123 - Felices! nunc ego resto. confice; namque instat fatum mihi triste, Sabella quod puero cecinit divina mota anus urna: 30 hunc neque dira venena nee hosticus auferet ensis, nee laterum dolor aut tussis, nee tarda podagra; garrulus hunc quando consumet cumque: loquaces, si sapiat, vitet, simul atque adoleverit aetas.
Página 109 - Mother Carey, mother! What chickens are these between sea and heaven ?) " "But why does your figure appear so lean, Sister Helen? And why do you dress in sage, sage green?" "Children should never be heard, if seen, Little brother! (O Mother Carey, mother! What fowls are a-wing in the stormy heaven!) " "But why is your face so yellowy white, Sister Helen? And why are your skirts so funnily tight?
Página 109 - WHY do you wear your hair like a man, Sister Helen ? This week is the third since you began." "I'm writing a ballad; be still if you can, Little brother. (O Mother Carey, mother! What chickens are these between sea and heaven ?) " " But why does your figure appear so lean, Sister Helen ? And why do you dress in sage, sage green ? " "Children should never be heard, if seen, Little brother? (O Mother Carey, mother! What fowls are a-wing in the stormy...
Página 117 - ... And spared you every youthful dimple ! That robber bold like courtier Claude Who danced the gay coranto jesting, By your bright beauty charmed and awed, Has bowed and passed you unmolesting. No feet of many wintered crows Have traced about your eyes a wrinkle ; Your sunny hair has thawed the snows That other heads with silver sprinkle. I wonder if that pair of gloves I won of you you'll ever pay me ! I wonder if our early loves Were wise or foolish, Cousin Amy ? I wonder if our childish tiff...