The Friendly Town: A Little Book for the UrbaneMethuen & Company, 1906 - 379 psl. |
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... sound ! Anon they'll think the house goes round , For they the cellar's depth have found , And there they will be merry . The wenches with their wassail bowls About the streets are singing , The boys are come to catch the owls , The ...
... sound ! Anon they'll think the house goes round , For they the cellar's depth have found , And there they will be merry . The wenches with their wassail bowls About the streets are singing , The boys are come to catch the owls , The ...
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... sounds we heard , The lights and the shades made up a spell Till the trouble grew and stirred Oh , the little more , and how much it is ! And the little less , and what worlds away ! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss , Or a ...
... sounds we heard , The lights and the shades made up a spell Till the trouble grew and stirred Oh , the little more , and how much it is ! And the little less , and what worlds away ! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss , Or a ...
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... sound Falls a soft murmur on th ' uninjur'd ear . Thus sitting , and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns , I seem advanc'd To some secure and more than mortal height , That lib'rates and exempts me from them all . It turns ...
... sound Falls a soft murmur on th ' uninjur'd ear . Thus sitting , and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns , I seem advanc'd To some secure and more than mortal height , That lib'rates and exempts me from them all . It turns ...
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... the day's occupations That is known as the Children's Hour . I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet , The sound of a door that is opened , And voices soft and sweet . From my study I see in the lamplight , Descending 70.
... the day's occupations That is known as the Children's Hour . I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet , The sound of a door that is opened , And voices soft and sweet . From my study I see in the lamplight , Descending 70.
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... " ) Another Invitation I BEG you come to - night and dine . A welcome waits you , and sound wine , The Roederer chilly to a charm , As Juno's breath the claret warın , The sherry of an ancient brand . No Persian pomp 107 Anon.
... " ) Another Invitation I BEG you come to - night and dine . A welcome waits you , and sound wine , The Roederer chilly to a charm , As Juno's breath the claret warın , The sherry of an ancient brand . No Persian pomp 107 Anon.
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Alfred Cochrane beauty Ben Jonson Bouillabaisse cane-bottom'd chair Charles Lamb Christmas dear delight door doth drink earth eyes face fair fancy fire Fleet Street George Meredith give grace hand happy hath Hazlitt hear heard heart heaven honest Horace Walpole J. R. Lowell John Johnson Jolly Jack joys lady laugh light lips live London look Lord maid master merry mind mirth morning never night o'er once pipe play pleasant pleasure poems poet poor Richard Lovelace round Samuel Pepys sing Sir Roger smile smoke tobacco song soul speak spirit sweet T. E. Brown TAVERN tears tell thee There's thine things thou thought turn twas verse voice W. E. Henley W. M. Thackeray walk William Hazlitt wine winter wonder worth Xavier Marmier young youth
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