The Poets and the Poetry of the Century; Humour, Society, Parody, and Occasional Verse. [1894

The Poets and the Poetry of the Century; Humour, Society, Parody, and Occasional Verse. [1894

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ...puddings too, so much per platter; For bruisers, there's my Yorkshire batter, 'Gainst any I will back it! For Capitalists--men of crumbs! I've puddings made of choicest plums-(A plum to them is meet: ) For watermen--of largest size I've one of currants--which, likewise, Is much liked in the Fleet. To tempt old bachelors to feast, A spare-rib delicately drest, I may boast I have got; In season every thing I seek, So always in the Passion week, I've hasty pudding hot. But in my shop you'll find a store Of these tid-bits, and many more Too numerous to tell: So call for what you will and try; I've done--yet will not say good-bye, But bid you all--FARE-zvell. 11.--A TRUE LOVE SONG. TELL me, charmer, tell me, pray, Have you sisters many, say? One sweet word, ay, yet another, Have you got a single brother? Have you got an aunt or two, Very much attached to you? Or some uncles very old, Willing you their lands and gold? Have you money in your right That in case we take to flight, And your ma and pa be cross, We should never feel the loss? Gold indeed's a fleeting thing, But when in a wedding-ring, There 'tis endless round and round--Settlements should thus be found. Are your parents young or not; Have they independence got? Believe me, as your love true, 'Tis alone my care for you Makes me thus particular, As regards your pa and ma. Sisters, love, are very well, But the truth I'll frankly tell. When a man intends to fix, He doesn't like to marry six! Brothers, too, are very well To escort a sister belle; But they stand much in the way When the dowry is to pay: Then, sweet, I freely own, You I love, and you alone. At your feet I humbly kneel, I have nothing--to reveal, Fortune's been unkind to me Till she kindly proffered thee. Speak! and let me know my...show more

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  • Paperback | 148 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 277g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236548876
  • 9781236548870