The Parlour Portfolio, Or, Post-chaise Companion: Being a Selection of the Most Amusing and Interesting Articles and Anecdotes that Have Appeared in the Magazines, Newspapers, and Other Daily and Periodical Journals, from the Year 1700, to the Present Time, Volume 1Matthew Iley, and sold, 1820 - Anecdotes |
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... spirit to what he says . If any of these be wanting , the listeners , instead of being diverted , are disobliged ; but if the person be utterly void of them all , as it is very often the case , he becomes a nuisance to the com- pany ...
... spirit to what he says . If any of these be wanting , the listeners , instead of being diverted , are disobliged ; but if the person be utterly void of them all , as it is very often the case , he becomes a nuisance to the com- pany ...
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... seventeen hundred sixty - nine , This with my hand I write and sign ; The sixteenth day of fair October , In merry mood , but sound and sober , Past my threescore and fifteenth year , With spirits gay 18 THE PARLOUR PORTFOLIO ;
... seventeen hundred sixty - nine , This with my hand I write and sign ; The sixteenth day of fair October , In merry mood , but sound and sober , Past my threescore and fifteenth year , With spirits gay 18 THE PARLOUR PORTFOLIO ;
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... spirits gay and conscience clear , Joyous and frolicksome , tho ' old , And like this day , serene but cold . To foes well wishing , and to friends most kind , In perfect charity with all mankind . To the Printer . - Sir , I was born in ...
... spirits gay and conscience clear , Joyous and frolicksome , tho ' old , And like this day , serene but cold . To foes well wishing , and to friends most kind , In perfect charity with all mankind . To the Printer . - Sir , I was born in ...
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... spirit that haunts a poor maid , By the grave sons of physic can never be laid ; If a youth vers'd in magic would take me in hand , I'm sure of a cure if he waves but his wand . In vain I perplex , & c . A young Oxford Scholar knows ...
... spirit that haunts a poor maid , By the grave sons of physic can never be laid ; If a youth vers'd in magic would take me in hand , I'm sure of a cure if he waves but his wand . In vain I perplex , & c . A young Oxford Scholar knows ...
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... spirits , the best incentive to joy and gladness ; and a never failing procurer of rest and sleep , when taken in due doses , and often repeated . Port makes a man heavy , and consequently is very improper for a traveller . I often ...
... spirits , the best incentive to joy and gladness ; and a never failing procurer of rest and sleep , when taken in due doses , and often repeated . Port makes a man heavy , and consequently is very improper for a traveller . I often ...
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Page 308 - Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin— who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Page 308 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Page 304 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 305 - So three doors off the chaise was stayed, where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog to dash through thick and thin.
Page 410 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Page 311 - Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before.
Page 306 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Page 312 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Page 231 - was a yeoman, and had no lands of his own ; only he had a farm of three or four pounds by the year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so much as kept half a dozen men. He had walk for a hundred sheep, and my mother milked thirty kine...
Page 159 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...