Good-Morning, Mr. What-d'ye-call! Well! here's another pretty job! Lord help my Lady! - what a smash! - if you had only heard her sob! It was all through Mr. Lambert: but for certain he was winey,...
'Twas off the Wash - the sun went down - the sea look'd black and grim, For stormy clouds, with murky fleece, were mustering at the brim; Titanic shades! enormous gloom! - as if the solid night...
Summer is gone on swallows' wings, And Earth has buried all her flowers: No more the lark,--the linnet--sings, But Silence sits in faded bowers. There is a shadow on the plain...
'Twas in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: There were some that ran and some that leapt,...
Amongst the sights that Mrs. Bond Enjoyed yet grieved at more than others, Were little ducklings in a pond, Swimming about beside their mothers - Small things like living water-lilies,...
The swallow with summer Will wing o'er the seas, The wind that I sigh to Will visit thy trees. The ship that it hastens Thy ports will contain, But me! - I must never See England again! ...
"Vell! Here I am - no Matter how it suits A-keeping Company vith them dumb Brutes; Old Park vos no bad Judge - confound his vig! Of vot vood break the Sperrit of a Prig! ...
Tom Simpson was as nice a kind of man As ever lived - at least at number Four, In Austin Friars, in Mrs. Brown's first floor, At fifty pounds, - or thereabouts, - per ann....