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An hour they sat in Council;
At length the Mayor broke silence : For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell,—
I wish I were a mile hence.
Browning.
Having reached the summit, and managed to cross it, he Rolled down the hill with uncommon velocity.
Bar ham.
Grown blind, alas ! he'd Some prussic acid, And that put him out of his pain.
Barhant.
Careless rhymer, it is true That my favourite colour's blue;
But am I To be made a victim, sir, If to puddings I prefer
Cambridge ».
Mortimer Collins.
Here are some stanzas from an amusing satire which rhymes throughout on the long e:
Says ' My Lord' to our Captain, " Now, Captain," says he, " On my life, I was never before at sea, But, hang it! that's not at all necessaree For the very First Lord of the Admiraltee."
We sailed to the eastward but miles two or three, When somehow ' My Lord' took as ill as could be : " If you take me much further, now steward," cries k«\ " I shall throw up my post at the Admiraltee." |
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