The Maid, as by the papers doth appear,
Whom fifty thousand dollars made so dear,
To test Lothario’s passion, simply said:
“Forego the weed before we go to wed.
For smoke take flame; I ’ll be that flame’s bright fanner:
To have your Anna, give up your...
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“now unto yonder wood-pile go, |
Behold the mansion reared by dædal Jack. See the malt, stored in many a plethoric sack, Mark how the rat’s felonious fangs invade Anon, with velvet foot and Tarquin... |
He killed the noble Mudjokivis. |
Chilly Dovebber with its boadigg blast I kdow dot what it is to which I cligg |
An Austrian army, awfully arrayed, |
I Only knew she came and went Lowell. One kiss, dear maid, I said, and sighed, Coleridge. |
From Punch CHARMER, on a given straight line, |
Upon a rock yet uncreate, |
Sweet maiden of Passamaquoddy, Ah no,—for in Maine I will find thee |