Title : Harrison's Amusing Picture and Poetry Book
Author : Unknown
Release date : September 12, 2007 [eBook #22582]
Language : English
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| Oh! on this green and mossy seat, |
| In my hours of sweet retreat; |
| Thus I would my soul employ, |
| With sense of gratitude and joy. |
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! farewell! the trumpet calls,
The banner waves in view; And I must bid these friendly halls, One long! one last adieu! |
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The dappled herd of grazing deer,
That seek the shades by day; Now started from their path with fear, To give the stranger way. |
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This is the valiant Cornish man,
Who slew the giant Cormoran; A horrid savage monster, who, Before he kill'd, would torture you. |
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Why should we say 'tis yet too soon,
To seek for Heaven or think of death; A flower may fade before 'tis noon, And we this day may lose our breath. |
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Ah! who is this totters along,
And leans on the top of his stick; His wrinkles are many and long, And his beard is grown silver and thick. |
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I envy not thy ill-got riches,
Sure oft remorse thy conscience twitches; I'd rather be yon little mouse, And seek my bread from house to house. |
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Come, Goody Dobbs, with me I pray,
'Tis only down a little way; And I will give you bread and meat, As much as ever you can eat. |
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When we devote our youth to God,
'Tis pleasing in his eyes; A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. |
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Charles Polish so attentive grew,
So civil and polite; That all admir'd and lov'd him too, For all he did was right. |
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Upon a mountain's grassy side,
Where firs and cedars grew; Young Sylvia wandered with her flocks, And many a hardship knew. |
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Hold Monster, hold! forbear, forbear!
Thou shalt not take her life; To me she is a sister dear, To this brave man a wife. |
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I heard a noise of men and boys,
The watchman's rattle too; And fire they cry; and then cry'd I, Oh dear! what shall I do. |
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Unhappy youth! what hast thou done,
Why urge thy steed so fast? Alas! I hear him scream and groan; Ah me! he breathes his last. |
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Here Cinderella you may see,
Weeping o'er her destiny; Her sisters to the Ball are gone, And she is left to toil alone. |
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The laughing harvest folks, at John,
Stood quizzing him askew, 'Twas John's red face that set them on, And then they leer'd at Sue. |
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Why should a weak and vain desire,
For outward show, and gay attire, Engage your thoughts, employ your time, And waste the precious hours of prime? |
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All praise to him who made the sun,
The World by day to light; Who gave the gentle moon to cheer, The still and gloomy night. |
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Alone beneath the gloom of night,
Monimia went to mourn; She left her parents' fost'ring arms, Ah! never to return. |
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Julia had a little bird,
With feathers bright and yellow; And slender legs: upon my word, He was a pretty fellow. |
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Oh! stay you cruel gipsey!
Nor steal this darling boy, From his distracted parents, He is their only joy. |
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Oft Ellen would go to a very deep well,
To look at the water below; How naughty! to go to a dangerous well, When her mother forbade her to go. |
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Oh! pray forbear you cruel man!
To beat poor donkey so; I'll give you this sweet pretty fan, If you will let him go. |
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Poor donkey, I'll give him a handfull of grass,
I'm sure he's a good-natured honest old ass; He trots to the market, to carry the sack, And lets me ride all the way on his back. |
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Here's old Toby Philpot,
As hearty a soul, As e'er quaff'd a pipe, Or partook of a bowl. |
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The Sportsman here at early morn,
With dog and gun is seen; The Huntsman sounds his mellow horn; All nature looks serene. |
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The dying parent, like a wailing breeze,
Moans in the fev'rish grasp of pale disease; While sad and watching, with a sleepless eye, Her lovely daughter sits and muses by. |
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The forked flash that now descends,
And thunders too that roll; Alike are guided by God's arm, And under his control. |
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These little girls, though very young,
Will never do what's rude or wrong; When spoken to, they always try, To give the most polite reply. |
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Of Blue Beard 'tis in stories said,
He married many wives; And that when they too curious grew, He soon cut short their lives. |
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I think I should like to be happy to-day
If I could but tell the easiest way; But then I don't know any pretty new play, Unless it's a romp with my little dog Tray. |
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At length before his wide stretch'd eyes,
St. Paul's proud dome arose; That is, said Ralph in great surprize The King I do suppose!! |
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A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct,
The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new, what every body knows, And new or old, still hasten to a close. |
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And so you do not like to spell,
Ellen my dear; oh very well, 'Tis dull and troublesome you say, And you would rather be at play. |
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An Annual custom here was held,
For all the Corporation, To hear the boy that most excell'd, Deliver an oration. |
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Alas! and is domestic strife,
That sorest ill of human life, A plague so little to be feared, As to be wantonly incurr'd? |
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My numbers this day she had sung,
And gave them a grace so divine, As only her musical tongue, Could infuse into numbers of mine. |
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Here we see a common game,
Of which most boys are fond; Some hit the ring with nicest aim, While others go beyond. |
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Little sister come away,
And in the garden let us play; But do not pluck the pretty flowers, Because you know they are not ours. |
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A boat, which oft had stem'd the tide,
Was by the shore close moored; In which Maria fain would ride, And therefore went on board. |
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Good God! how abject is our race,
Condemn'd to slavery and disgrace; Shall we our servitude retain, Because our sires have borne the chain? |
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Go; thou art all unfit to share,
The pleasures of this place; With such as its old Tenants are, Creatures of gentle race. |
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In Westminster Abbey lie in grand state,
The bones of Kings and Noblemen great, Whose figures in wax and marble are shown, With Generals and Admirals carv'd in stone. |
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Her heart beat strong; she gave a bound,
Down came the milk-pail on the ground, Eggs, fowls, pig, hog, (ah! well-a-day,) Cow, calf, and farm, all swam away. |
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Why is this silly girl so vain?
Looking in the glass again; For the meekest flower of Spring, Is a gayer little thing. |
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I little thought that thus forlorn,
In deserts I should bide; And have not where to lay my head, Amid the World so wide. |
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Dear lady, she cries, and tears trickle down,
Relieve a poor beggar, I pray; I've wander'd all hungry about the wide town, And have not eat a morsel to-day. |
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Ah! there it falls, and now 'tis dead,
Poor harmless little thing; The shot went through its pretty head, And broke its little wing. |
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He looks of a strong hardy race,
And his bonnet and jacket of plaid; With shrewdness and sense in his face, Proclaim him a true scottish lad. |
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Oh! say what stranger cause yet unexplor'd,
Could make a gentle belle reject a lord; In tasks so bold, can little men engage, And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage. |
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I've fought at Egypt, Italy,
Marengo, Waterloo; And now I'm helpless, left to die, In misery, want, and woe. |
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Mamma shall we visit Miss Ellen to-day,
And sweet little Julia and Ann; The morning's so fine, the sun is so bright, Do go dear mamma if you can. |
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Old Susan in her cottage small,
Tho' low the roof and mud the wall, Enjoys within her peaceful shed, Her wholesome crust of barley-bread. |
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Great God! with wonder and with praise,
On all thy works I look; But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, Shines brightest in thy Book. |
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These harmless sports we like to see,
No mischief here appears; Young Alfred shews activity, Well suited to his years. |
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Run William to the baker's man,
And quick to him apply; I know he'll give you, if he can, A smoking hot mince-pie. |
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Ah! poor little Red Riding Hood,
You never once dreamt, When you met the Wolf in the wood, Of his cruel intent. |
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Oh! ask me not to be your bride,
Oh! do not call me fair; For I have thrown the wreath aside, I once was proud to wear. |
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Away went Gilpin neck or nought;
Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig. |
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Old Cherry and Blossom are having a fight,
Do let us get out of their way; And not stop to witness so shocking a sight, Oh dear what a terrible fray! |
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Dancing on the village green,
The pretty English girl is seen; Or beside the cottage neat, Knitting on the garden seat. |
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Some strength of arm and steady eye,
This ancient game demands; To make the arrow distant fly, Is not for feeble hands. |
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Whoever played at blind-man's buff,
And was the first to cry 'enough;' When nearly caught, who did not quake, Or laugh to see poor Buff's mistake? |
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When storms of passion rude arise,
Be Nature's rule before your eyes; May friendship henceforth both unite, May both in future act aright. |
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With glowing cheeks the skaiter meets,
The keen and frosty air; Performs variety of feats, To shew what skaiters dare. |
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Have you forgot Kate, prithee say,
How many seasons here we've tarried; 'Tis forty years this very day, Since you and I, old girl, were married. |
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Two horses used to bit and bridle,
But always much disposed to idle, Agreed, as soon as they were able, To steal unnoticed from the stable. |
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Thank you pretty cow that made,
Pleasant milk to soak my bread, Every day and every night, Warm and fresh, and sweet and white. |
