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Pāgina 366 - Be a god and hold me With a charm! Be a man and fold me With thine arm! Teach me, only teach, Love! As I ought I will speak thy speech, Love, Think thy thought — Meet, if thou require it, Both demands, Laying flesh and spirit In thy hands.
Pāgina 6 - WiLL you walk into my parlour'?" said the Spider to the Fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a -winding stair, And I have many curious things to shew when you are there." " Oh no, no," said the little Fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.
Pāgina 6 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Pāgina 6 - In the days of my youth," father William replied, " I remembered that youth would fly fast; And abused not my health and my vigour at first, That I never might need them at last." " You are old, father William," the young man cried, " And pleasures with youth pass away; And yet you lament not the days that are gone; Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Pāgina 5 - In works of labor or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Pāgina 6 - Speak gently ! it is better far To rule by love than fear ; Speak gently ! let no harsh words mar The good we might do here.
Pāgina 273 - THE ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH, from the Designs of T. Rowlandson, with Metrical Illustrations by the Author of 'Doctor Syntax.
Pāgina 5 - THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, AND HOW HE GAINED THEM. You are old, Father William, the young man cried ; The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man ; Now tell me the reason, I pray. In the days of my youth...
Pāgina 7 - The thorn and the thistle, grow broader and higher; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wastes, till he starves, or he begs.
Pāgina 7 - Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! Soo — oop of the e — e — evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup! "Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game, or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two p ennyworth only of beautiful Soup?