Brallaghan: Or The DeipnosophistsE. Churton, 1845 - 336 pages |
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... hope to please each gueste : Here thou may'st find some goode and solid fare If thou lov'st pleasant junkets , here they are ; Perhaps sharpe sauces take thee most , if soe I have cookt for thee some sharp sauces too But if thy ...
... hope to please each gueste : Here thou may'st find some goode and solid fare If thou lov'st pleasant junkets , here they are ; Perhaps sharpe sauces take thee most , if soe I have cookt for thee some sharp sauces too But if thy ...
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... hope to be a right honnorable in about- [ Here is heard a loud call from the tap - room for the piper , on which Barney gets into a furious passion , but is obliged to obey ; while young Danny " writes out the following . ] Ad Leucangen ...
... hope to be a right honnorable in about- [ Here is heard a loud call from the tap - room for the piper , on which Barney gets into a furious passion , but is obliged to obey ; while young Danny " writes out the following . ] Ad Leucangen ...
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... hope dear Oliver you'll attend to these speculations ; for I purtest I'm thoroughly tired of that small pay . friend knows well that I'd rite for all the crack Mags , but that I'm disgusted with the small amount of their cheques ...
... hope dear Oliver you'll attend to these speculations ; for I purtest I'm thoroughly tired of that small pay . friend knows well that I'd rite for all the crack Mags , but that I'm disgusted with the small amount of their cheques ...
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... hope you'll grant to be no paltry prize : — Whose husband's griefs become her own , Whose heart is shrined in him alone , Whose soul , when he is happy , sparkles in her laughing eyes . Who thinks him her soul's treasure , sir , Who'd ...
... hope you'll grant to be no paltry prize : — Whose husband's griefs become her own , Whose heart is shrined in him alone , Whose soul , when he is happy , sparkles in her laughing eyes . Who thinks him her soul's treasure , sir , Who'd ...
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... hope you won't misunderstand- MILLIKIN . Certainly not my dear Mary . I understand you to say that Cupid is no lover of company , and is never happy when with more than one . By the bye , talking of angels , let me tell you a story ...
... hope you won't misunderstand- MILLIKIN . Certainly not my dear Mary . I understand you to say that Cupid is no lover of company , and is never happy when with more than one . By the bye , talking of angels , let me tell you a story ...
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Achilles Tatius afther aiquil Anacreon Ballinamona oro Barney beauty bliss BOYLE Brallaghan breast Brian O'Linn bright bright eyes bright-ey'd wine Castle Hyde charms Colla bella coorse Cork Croker Cupid darlint dear Deipnosophist Club delight divine Doctor Dreams drink enuff eyes fair Father Prout flowers Freeholder Grake hath heart Heaven Hood Irish potheen Judy kiss ladies larned laughing lips LITTLE'S POEMS look Lord Maginn MARY GENTLE MILLIKIN Misther MOORE MOORE'S MELODIES never night nose nymph o'er once ould Philostratus Plagiarism poet poor preesht Prout punch Quæ rose rosy round SABERTASH shine sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING smile song soul spirit stars sweet tell thee thine thou thought thrue Tom Hood Tom Moore Venus whin whiskey WILLIAM MAGINN young γαρ δε εν εστι και μεν μοι Ου τε Ω Λινν
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Page 298 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 209 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Page 298 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 302 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 306 - If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 314 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Page 327 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Page 331 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.
Page 309 - Although men are accused for not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps as few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold, which the owner knows not of.
Page 133 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.