 | Charles Dickens - 1837 - 934 pàgines
...cnoice food are his meals, I weeu, In his cell so lone aud cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering...dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1837 - 712 pàgines
...question. " I call them," said he, 3Ebj? Green. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That crcepcth o'er ruins old ! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and coltl. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldeiing... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1837 - 716 pàgines
...CTjr £b» GrreuOh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepcth o'er ruins old ! Of right choite food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall most be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldeiing dust that... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 300 pàgines
...question. " I call them," said he, THE IVY GREEN. y plant is the Iv That creepeth o'er ruins ok Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er...his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure4is dainty whim : Ana the mouldering dust that... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 440 pàgines
...promptings from his wife, the lines in question. "I call them," said he, THE IVY GREEN. Oh, a dointy plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old...his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decay 'd, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering duct that... | |
 | 448 pàgines
...own beautiful language :— " Oh ! a dainty plant la that ivy green, that creepeth o'er ruins old I Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, in his...so lone and cold. The walls must be crumbled, the stcnes decay'd, to pleasure his dainty whim ; And the mouldering dust that years have made, ii a merry... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 294 pàgines
...I call them," said he, THE IVY GREEN. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er mins old ! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : Ana the mouldering dust that... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 300 pàgines
...said he, THE IVY GREEN. , Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, ' i old! That creepeth o'er ruins ( Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : Ana the mouldering dust that... | |
 | Vauxhall comic song-book - 1847 - 238 pàgines
...Jewell. OH, a rare old prig is vun Ikey Green, Though he's getting rayther old, And right queer too, is his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The walla may be granite or whate'er made, Aye, let 'em be ever so grim. He'll try and break through —... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1849 - 746 pàgines
...sundry promptings from his wife, the lines in question. " l call them," said he, " THE IVY GREEN. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er...his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decay'd, To pleasure his daim y whim : And the mouldering dust that... | |
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The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no... 
