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... live in the world of fancy . Humour , more homely , trudges along through the nooks and corners , by the highways and the bye - paths of this work - day world , and lives in the sphere of action . The essence both of humour and of wit ...
... live in the world of fancy . Humour , more homely , trudges along through the nooks and corners , by the highways and the bye - paths of this work - day world , and lives in the sphere of action . The essence both of humour and of wit ...
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... live the king , And Gilpin , long live he ; And when he next doth ride abroad , May I be there to see ! We have a poetical illustration of the effect of external circumstances in heightening the force of a laughable description in ...
... live the king , And Gilpin , long live he ; And when he next doth ride abroad , May I be there to see ! We have a poetical illustration of the effect of external circumstances in heightening the force of a laughable description in ...
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... live , " said Jerrold , " there's a blue pill dancing with a black draught ! " Now , cer- tainly , the whole force of this witticism lies in the remark alone , for there could have been nothing really funny in the sight of two persons ...
... live , " said Jerrold , " there's a blue pill dancing with a black draught ! " Now , cer- tainly , the whole force of this witticism lies in the remark alone , for there could have been nothing really funny in the sight of two persons ...
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... lives on theft , Steals much , spends little , yet has nothing left ; And he who now to sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning ; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but ...
... lives on theft , Steals much , spends little , yet has nothing left ; And he who now to sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning ; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but ...
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... live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear like the Turk no brother near the throne ; View him with scornful , yet with jealous eyes , And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise ...
... live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear like the Turk no brother near the throne ; View him with scornful , yet with jealous eyes , And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise ...
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Arthur bacon I hate bacon were seen bottom was tripe bounce Callender Captain M'Fuze carpet-bag Cawdor chaise clock strikes d-n'd Scottish dead to pity dear DELIVERED AT BANSTEAD dine dinners so pretty door doth Douglas Jerrold eating Edmonton enter'd eyes grave hath high-trotting mare horse Hubert humour illustration instances of pathos Jaques John Gilpin keep a corner KING JOHN LADY MACBETH laugh lecture Lieutenant Tregooze little vulgar Boy live liver went merrily look'd Lord Tomnoddy Lordship ludicrous is mainly M. S. RICKERBY man's Margate merry middle a place murder nature ne'er ness Number odd that sailor-men pasty pathetic pier poet poor Pope's Pray a slice prettier dinner PRINTED BY M. S. sailor-man Sancho sat stuck Scotsman shade Shakspeare Sir Carnaby Jenks sleep spinnage and pudding swag swinging tureen Thane There's things thou Tiger Tim top a fried tripe seven days turn'd twas venison verses vex'd witty
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Page 30 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Page 23 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 7 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 9 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought, Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Page 32 - As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i
Page 9 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So,
Page 9 - Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he? His fame soon spread around; He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
Page 32 - We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss. Not cast aside so soon.
Page 31 - He's here in double trust : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 10 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!