Jokeby, a Burlesque on Rokeby: A Poem, in Six CantosT. Tegg, 1813 - 224 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.