Jokeby, a Burlesque on Rokeby: A Poem, in Six CantosT. Tegg, 1813 - 224 pàgines |
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Jokeby, a Burlesque on Rokeby: A Poem, in Six Cantos John Roby,James Kirke Paulding Visualització completa - 1813 |
Jokeby, a Burlesque on Rokeby: A Poem, in Six Cantos John Roby,James Kirke Paulding Visualització completa - 1813 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 221 - The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Pàgina 215 - Philtis, when the curfew does sound, Appear both by devils encircled around, While piece-meal her flesh does decay. 17. They feast on the bodies of new-mangled babes, With pleasure they drink up their gore ; Their chief on the wainscot this motto engraves, May she be destroyed who as Pbillis behaves, And none her just fate e'er deplore.
Pàgina 86 - I'd rather with my Cymon stray, Than live in country seat." If, fair, thou wou'dst for me agree, To leave this house and place, Thou first must guess what boys are we, Who sweet St.
Pàgina 88 - Lady, a shameful life I lead, A shameful death I'll die; The man who labours hard for bread, Were better spouse than I. And when I meet my comrades rare, In places distant far...
Pàgina 88 - I'll die; The man who labours hard for bread, Were better spouse than I. And when I meet my comrades rare, In places distant far ; We all forget what once we were, Nor think on what we are.