Burlesque Plays and Poems ...

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Henry Morley
G. Routledge and Sons, 1885 - Burlesques - 320 pages
 

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Page 135 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song. Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet abandon'd to thy will, Yet imagining no ill, Yet too innocent to blush...
Page 133 - My anxious mind ; or sometimes mournful verse Indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades, Or desperate lady near a purling stream, Or lover pendent on a willow-tree.
Page 174 - KING solus. KING. Oh! stay, and leave me not uncertain thus! And whilst thou tellest me what's like my Fate, Oh, teach me how I may avert it too! Curst be the Man who first a Simile made! Curst, ev'ry Bard who writes!
Page 41 - When it was grown to dark midnight, And all were fast asleep, In came Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet.
Page 132 - Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow, With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun, Horrible monster ! hated by gods and men, To my aerial citadel ascends, With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate, With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound.
Page 133 - Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts, Portending agues.
Page 250 - Then reassum'd its still array : When as night's lamp unclouded hung, And down its full effulgence flung, It shed such soft and balmy power, That cot and castle, hall and bower, And spire and dome, and turret height, .Appear'd to slumber in the light. From Henry's chapel, Rufus' hall, "To Savoy, Temple, and St.
Page 235 - SATED with home, of wife, of children tired, The restless soul is driven abroad to roam ; Sated abroad, all seen, yet nought admired, The restless soul is driven to ramble home ; Sated with both, beneath new Drury's dome The fiend Ennui awhile consents to pine, There growls, and curses, like a deadly gnome, Scorning to view fantastic columbine, Viewing with scorn and hate the nonsense of the Nine.
Page 67 - I will have no great store of company at the wedding; a couple of neighbours and their wives; and we will have a capon in stewed broth, with marrow, and a good piece of beef stuck with rosemary.
Page 180 - I'll hold this last; And if thou tak'st it from me when I'm slain, I'll send my ghost and fetch it back again.

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