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Je viens revoir l’asile ou ma jeun… De la misere a subi les lecons. J’avais vingt ans, une folle maitr… De francs amis et l’amour des chan… Bravant le monde et les sots et le…
Before I lost my five poor wits, I mind me of a Romish clerk, Who sang how Care, the phantom da… Beside the belted horseman sits. Methought I saw the grisly sprite
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…
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…
Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink, By the light of the star, On the blue river’s brink, I heard a guitar. I heard a guitar,
The play is done; the curtain drop… Slow falling to the prompter’s bel… A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task;
Come all ye Christian people, unt… ‘Tis about a base consperracy, as… ‘Twill make your hair to bristle u… When of this dread consperracy you… The news of this consperracy and v…
ZULEIKAH! The young Agas in t… yellow slippers. I am old and hide… the hairs of my beard are mostly g… merry bard. There is a bird upon the terrace o…
I paced upon my beat With steady step and slow, All huppandownd of Ranelagh Stree… Ran’lagh St. Pimlico. While marching huppandownd
One sees in Viteall Yard, Vere pleacemen do resort, A wenerable hinstitute, ’Tis call’d the Pallis Court. A gent as got his i on it,
How spake of old the Royal Seer? (His text is one I love to treat… This life of ours he said is sheer Mataiotes Mataioteton. O Student of this gilded Book,
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,
‘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…
Long by the willow-trees Vainly they sought her, Wild rang the mother’s screams O’er the gray water: ‘Where is my lovely one?