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Seite 50 - E'en Higginbottom now was posed, For sadder scene was ne'er disclosed ; Without, within, in hideous show, Devouring flames resistless glow, And blazing rafters downward go, And never halloo " Heads below !
Seite 12 - SATED with home, of wife, of children tired, The restless soul is driven abroad to roam ; Sated abroad, all seen, yet nought admired, The restless soul is driven to ramble home ; Sated with both, beneath new Drury's dome The fiend Ennui awhile consents to pine, There growls, and curses, like a deadly Gnome, Scorning to view fantastic Columbine, Viewing with scorn and hate the nonsense of the Nine, II.
Seite 6 - My father's walls are made of brick, But not so tall and not so thick As these ; and, goodness me ; My father's beams are made of wood, But never, never half so good As those that now I see.
Seite 16 - To him whose soul is with fruition fraught, The song of Braham is an Irish howl, Thinking is but an idle waste of thought, And nought is everything, and everything is nought.
Seite 16 - Tempi's grove, But pacing Grub-street on a jaded hack; What reams of foolscap, while your brains ye rack, Ye mar to make again ! for sure, ere long, Condemn'd to tread the bard's time-sanction'd track, Ye all shall join the bailiff-haunted throng, And reproduce, in rags, the rags ye blot in song. X. So fares the follower in the Muses...
Seite 30 - Tis mine to speak and yours to hear. Midnight, yet not a nose From Tower-hill to Piccadilly snored! Midnight, yet not a nose From Indra drew the essence of repose. See with what crimson fury, By Indra fann'd, the god of fire ascends the walls of Drury; The tops of houses, blue with lead, Bend beneath the landlord's tread; Master and 'prentice, serving man and lord. Nailor and tailor, Grazier and brazier, Thro" streets and alleys poured, All, all abroad to gaze, And wonder at the blaze.
Seite 52 - Yes, Higginbottom did aspire (His fireman's soul was all on fire) His brother chief to save ; But ah ! his reckless generous ire Served but to share his grave ! 'Mid blazing beams and scalding streams, Through fire and smoke he dauntless broke Where Muggins broke before. But sulphury stench and boiling drench Destroying sight o'erwhelmed him quite, He sunk to rise no more.
Seite 87 - Tis demonstration speaks — attend, and learn ! From floating elements in chaos hurl'd, Self-form'd of atoms, sprang the infant world : No great First Cause inspired the happy plot, But all was matter — and no matter what.
Seite 122 - OMNES. Round let us bound, for this is Punch's holiday, Glory to Tomfoolery, huzza ! huzza ! LADY MACBETH. / kill'd the king; my husband is a heavy dunce; He left the grooms unmassacred, then massacred the stud. One loves long gloves ; for mittens, like king's evidence, Let truth with the fingers...