Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, 5. köideJohnson Reprint Corporation, 1888 |
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... doors of glass , in Doric style , On fluted pillars rais'd , with bronzes deck'd , They claim the passing tribute of a smile . Oft are the authors ' names , tho ' richly bound , Mis - spelt by blundering binders ' want of care ; And ...
... doors of glass , in Doric style , On fluted pillars rais'd , with bronzes deck'd , They claim the passing tribute of a smile . Oft are the authors ' names , tho ' richly bound , Mis - spelt by blundering binders ' want of care ; And ...
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... door . Yet e'en these humbler vices to correct , Old Tyburn lifts his triple front on high ; Bridewell , with bloody whips and fetters deck'd , Frowns dreadful vengeance on the younger fry . Their name , their years , their birth and ...
... door . Yet e'en these humbler vices to correct , Old Tyburn lifts his triple front on high ; Bridewell , with bloody whips and fetters deck'd , Frowns dreadful vengeance on the younger fry . Their name , their years , their birth and ...
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... door ; The Levee's courtly pomp ( the pride of fools ) Shall rouze them from their privacy no more . * The Royal Cak , a public - house near the Hall . For them no more shall Council dinners smoke , Or City feasts display their ...
... door ; The Levee's courtly pomp ( the pride of fools ) Shall rouze them from their privacy no more . * The Royal Cak , a public - house near the Hall . For them no more shall Council dinners smoke , Or City feasts display their ...
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... door , Within the barn , and on the bowling green ; Another fill'd his chair at dinner hour : Nor at the sports , nor ale - house was he seen . " At night , by friends and neighbours homeward borne , We saw him pillow'd on the couch of ...
... door , Within the barn , and on the bowling green ; Another fill'd his chair at dinner hour : Nor at the sports , nor ale - house was he seen . " At night , by friends and neighbours homeward borne , We saw him pillow'd on the couch of ...
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... door a knot of coaches wait : ↑ A celebrated boot - maker in Pall Mall , London . Dyde and Scribe were then well known dealers in ladies finery . On Greenwich Hill are some smart ankles seen , Even at the Horns some fearless husbands ...
... door a knot of coaches wait : ↑ A celebrated boot - maker in Pall Mall , London . Dyde and Scribe were then well known dealers in ladies finery . On Greenwich Hill are some smart ankles seen , Even at the Horns some fearless husbands ...
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