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Jacob Omnium's Hoss Jacob Omnium's Hoss

Jacob Omnium's Hoss
A NEW PALLICE COURT CHANT. One sees in Viteall Yard, Vere pleacemen do resort.A wenerable hinstitute, 'Tis called the Pallis CourtA gent as got his i on it, I think will make some sportThe natur of this Court My hindignation riles:A few fat legal spiders Here set & spin their viles;To rob the town theyr privlege is, In a hayrea of twelve... Poems - Post by : eclark - Date : May 2010 - Author : William Makepeace Thackeray - Read : 2181

The Wofle New Ballad Of Jane Roney And Mary Brown The Wofle New Ballad Of Jane Roney And Mary Brown

The Wofle New Ballad Of Jane Roney And Mary Brown
An igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this veek--I stood in the Court of A'Beckett the Beak,Vere Mrs. Jane Roney, a vidow, I see,Who charged Mary Brown with a robbin' of she.This Mary was pore and in misery once,And she came to Mrs. Roney it's more than twelve monceShe adn't got no bed, nor no dinner, nor no tea,And kind Mrs. Roney gave Mary all three.Mrs. Roney kep Mary for ever so many veeks(Her conduct disgusted the best of all Beax),She kept her for nothink, as kind as could be,Never thinking that this Mary was a traitor to she."Mrs. Roney, O... Poems - Post by : yetticyy - Date : May 2010 - Author : William Makepeace Thackeray - Read : 2714

The Ballad Of Eliza Davis The Ballad Of Eliza Davis

The Ballad Of Eliza Davis
Galliant gents and lovely ladies, List a tail vich late befel,Vich I heard it, bein on duty, At the Pleace Hoffice, Clerkenwell.Praps you know the Fondling Chapel, Vere the little children sings:(Lord I likes to hear on Sundies Them there pooty little things!)In this street there lived a housemaid, If you particklarly ask me where--Vy, it was at four-and-tventy, Guilford Street, by Brunsvick SquareVich her name was Eliza Davis, And she went to fetch the beer:In the street she met a party As was quite surprized to see her.Vich he vas a British... Poems - Post by : crochet50 - Date : May 2010 - Author : William Makepeace Thackeray - Read : 1323

Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent

Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent
(Footnote: The Birth of Prince Arthur)BY A GENTLEMAN OF THE FOOT-GUARDS (BLUE).W. MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.I paced upon my beat With steady step and slow,All huppandownd of Ranelagh-street; Ran'lagh, St. Pimlico.While marching huppandownd Upon that fair May morn,Beold the booming cannings sound, A royal child is born!The Ministers of State Then presnly I sor,They gallops to the Pallis gate, In carridges and for.With anxious looks intent, Before the gate they stop,There comes the good Lord President, And there the Archbishopp.Lord John he next elights; And who comes here in haste?'Tis the ero of one... Poems - Post by : Stuart - Date : May 2010 - Author : William Makepeace Thackeray - Read : 2268

The Lamentable Ballad Of The Foundling Of Shoreditch The Lamentable Ballad Of The Foundling Of Shoreditch

The Lamentable Ballad Of The Foundling Of Shoreditch
Come, all ye Christian people, and listen to my tail,It is all about a Doctor was traveling by the rail,By the Heastern Counties Railway (vich the shares don't desire),From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vich his name did not transpire.A traveling from Bury this Doctor was employedWith a gentleman, a friend of his, vich his name was Captain Loyd;And on reaching Marks Tey Station, that is next beyond Colchester,a lady entered into them most elegantly dressed.She entered into the carriage all with a tottering step,And a pooty little Bayby upon her bussum slep;The gentlemen received her with kindness and siwillaty,Pitying this lady... Poems - Post by : kevin56789 - Date : May 2010 - Author : William Makepeace Thackeray - Read : 1653

The Crystal Palace The Crystal Palace

The Crystal Palace
With ganial foire Thransfuse me loyre,Ye sacred nymphths of Pindus, The whoile I sing That wondthrous thingThe Palace made o' windows! Say, Paxton, truth, Thou wondthrous youth,What sthroke of art celistial What power was lint You to invintThis combineetion cristial O would before That Thomas MooreLikewoise the late Lord Boyron, Thim aigles sthrong Of Godlike song,Cast oi on that cast oiron! And saw thim walls, And glittering halls,Thim rising slendther columns, Which I, poor pote, Could not denote,No, not in twinty vollums. My Muse's words... Poems - Post by : rogerjones - Date : May 2010 - Author : William Makepeace Thackeray - Read : 1198

The Speculators The Speculators

The Speculators
The night was stormy and dark, The town was shut up in sleep: Only those were abroad who were out on a lark, Or those who'd no beds to keep.I pass'd through the lonely street, The wind did sing and blow; I could hear the policeman's feet Clapping to and fro.There stood a potato-man In the midst of all the wet; He stood with his 'tato-can In the lonely Haymarket.Two gents of dismal mien. And dark and greasy rags, Came out of a shop for gin Swaggering over the flags: Swaggering over the... Poems - Post by : pgoodison - Date : May 2010 - Author : William Makepeace Thackeray - Read : 3317

On Being Found Out On Being Found Out

On Being Found Out
At the close (let us say) of Queen Anne's reign, when I was a boy at a private and preparatory school for young gentlemen, I remember the wiseacre of a master ordering us all, one night, to march into a little garden at the back of the house, and thence to proceed one by one into a tool or hen house (I was but a tender little thing just put into short clothes, and can't exactly say whether the house was for tools or hens), and in that house to put our hands into a sack which stood on a bench,... Short Stories - Post by : kallifs - Date : October 2009 - Author : William Makepeace Thackeray - Read : 885