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“Coming from a gloomy court, Place of Israelite resort, This old lamp I’ve brought with m… Madam, on its panes you’ll see The initials K and E.”
Riding from Coleraine (Famed for lovely Kitty), Came a Cockney bound Unto Derry city; Weary was his soul,
Returning from the cruel fight How pale and faint appears my knig… He sees me anxious at his side; ‘Why seek, my love, your wounds to… Or deem your English girl afraid
Ye Genii of the nation, Who look with veneration. And Ireland’s desolation onsaysin… Ye sons of General Jackson, Who thrample on the Saxon,
Aux gens atrabilaires Pour exemple donne, En un temps de miseres Roger-Bontemps est ne. Vivre obscur a sa guise,
As I think of the insult that’s d… Red tears of rivinge from me fatur… And uphold in this pome, to the wo… The sleeves that appointed PRO… I look round me counthree, renowne…
Air—"il y avait un petit navire.” There were three sailors of Brist… Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain’s… And pickled pork they loaded she.
Winter and summer, night and morn, I languish at this table dark; My office window has a corn– er looks into St. James’s Park. I hear the foot-guards’ bugle-horn…
KING CANUTE was weary hearted… Battling, struggling, pushing, fig… And he thought upon his actions, w… ‘Twixt the Chancellor and Bishop… Chamberlains and grooms came after…
By fate’s benevolent award, Should I survive the day, I’ll drink a bumper with my lord Upon the last of May. That I may reach that happy time
A street there is in Paris famous… For which no rhyme our language yi… Rue Neuve de petits Champs its na… The New Street of the Little Fie… And there’s an inn, not rich and s…
Dear Jack, this white mug that wi… And drink to the health of sweet… Was once Tommy Tosspot’s, as jovi… As e’er drew a spigot, or drain’d… In drinking all round ’twas his jo…
A humble flower long time I pined Upon the solitary plain, And trembled at the angry wind, And shrunk before the bitter rain. And oh! ’twas in a blessed hour
‘Your Molly has never been false,… Since the last time we parted at… When I said that I would continue… And I gave you the ’bacco-box mar… When I passed a whole fortnight b…
When the moonlight’s on the mounta… And the gloom is on the glen, At the cross beside the fountain There is one will meet thee then. At the cross beside the fountain;