The Poetical Works of Horace Smith, One of the Authors of "Rejected Addresses".

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H. Colburn, 1846

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Página 47 - tis Harry." "Ay, so I thought — and there you'll tarry. 'Tis past the hour — the gates are closed, You know my orders ; I shall lose My place if I undo the door.
Página 98 - One of the Kings of Scanderoon, A royal jester, Had in his train a gross buffoon, Who used to pester The Court with tricks inopportune, Venting on the highest folks his Scurvy pleasantries and hoaxes. It needs some sense to play the fool, Which wholesome rule Occurred not to our jackanapes, Who consequently found his freaks Lead to innumerable scrapes, And quite as many kicks and tweaks, Which only seemed to make him faster Try the patience of his master. Some sin, at last, beyond all measure...
Página 159 - The artist himself was at that time busy upon two great designs : the first to sow land with chaff, wherein he affirmed the true seminal virtue to be contained, as he demonstrated by several experiments, which I was not skilful enough to comprehend.
Página 47 - I've thrust a guinea, So tumble out and let me in." — " Humph!" growled the greedy old curmudgeon. Half overjoy'd and half in dudgeon, " Now, you may pass, but make no fuss. On tiptoe walk, and hold your prate.
Página 27 - Equalled not that within the bounds This actor's belt surrounds, Which is, moreover, all alive and real. This player, when the peace enabled shoals Of our odd fishes To visit every clime between the poles...
Página 46 - One need not be a necromancer to guess that, with so wild a wight, the next offence occurred next night ; when our incurable came rolling home as the midnight chimes were tolling, and rang the College bell. No answer. The second peal was vain — the third made the street echo its alarum ; when to his great delight he heard the sordid Janitor, old Ben, rousing and growling in his den. "Who's there? — I s'pose young Harum-scarum." "'Tis I, my worthy Ben — 'tis Harry.
Página 15 - Had gulped her cream, nor left an atom ; To which he gave not separate replies, But with a look of excellent digestion One answer made to every question ; " The flies !" " The flies, you rogue ! the flies, you guttling dog!
Página 42 - So having tipped the wink to those In the back rows, Who kept their laughter bottled down, Until our wag should draw the cork — He smiled jocosely on the clown, And went to work. " Well, Farmer Numskull, how go calves at York ? " " Why — not, sir, as they do wi' you ; " But on four legs instead of two...
Página 25 - Ten thousand thanks — how very few get, In time of danger, Such kind attentions from a stranger ! Assuredly that fellow's throat is Doomed to a final drop at Newgate. He knows too, the unconscionable elf, That there's no soul at home except myself.
Página 25 - Indeed," replied the stranger (looking grave), " Then he's a double knave; He knows that rogues and thieves by scores Nightly beset unguarded doors: And see, how easily might one Of these domestic foes, Even beneath your very nose, Perform his knavish tricks; Enter your room, as I have done, Blow out your candles — Ihus — and thus — Pocket your silver candlesticks, And — walk off — thus!

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