Poems humorous and philosophical, by Outis, with which are included Rhymes in the west of England dialect, by Agrikler, Vydání 823 |
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Strana 65 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Strana 56 - He easily shirks the burden, and sings to his empty purse: 'To you my purse, and to none other wight, Complain I, for ye be my lady dear; I am sorry now that ye be so light, For certes ye now make me heavy cheer: Me were as lief be laid upon a bier, For which unto your mercy thus I cry, Be heavy again, or elles must I die. Now vouchsafen this day ere it be night That I of you the blissful sound may hear, Or see your colour like the sunne bright, That of yellowness ne had never peer; Ye be my life,...
Strana 56 - TO HIS EMPTY PURSE. TO you my purse, and to none other wight, Complain I, for ye be my lady dear...
Strana 23 - Ulysses ! think not death a theme Of consolation ; I had rather live The servile hind for hire, and eat the bread Of some man scantily himself sustain'd, Than sovereign empire hold o'er all the shades.
Strana 10 - Consarn thy yead," my fiather hollered out. (Aalthaw wi passion a wer fit ta bust, One theng I'll zaay, my fiather never cuss'd.)
Strana 9 - And wesh un down wi' bout dree quarts o zlap. Wi' bulgin cheeak, 'ad turn the vittles roun', While hes gurt jaa kept moavin up and down. A peck o...
Strana 9 - Ben went, and zoon com'd back — a diddent lag, But aal a brought in wer — tha empty bag. "Now, Ben — whar es tha saalt?
Strana ix - A verb does not necessarily agree with its nominative in number and person, and as a proof of this, Agrikler gives an amended conjugation of the verb to be : — INDICATIVE MOOD.