Fifty years' rhymes and reminiscences
A. C. Barker
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(RareBooksClub.com, Sept. 13, 2013)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...swear and drink, And nothing was too hard for Jack, Except to feel and think. Jack loved a lady (or he loved Somewhat he thought as good), And for to ease the happy pair, Dick ever ready stood. Smack went the lash, Dick willing was, And swift away they flew, And long he ran and hard he pulled, But all this would not do. Jack lashed, because he loved to lash; When thus with blows assailed Dick strained every nerve and limb, Till strength and vigour failed. Thus mangled, bruised, and torn, With numerous ills beside, Poor Dick, alas! what could he do? He laid him down and died. 102 LINES FOR AN ALBUM. Dick did his duty in his day, Nor will it fare the worse With such barbarians as G y, To imitate his horse. LINES FOE AN ALBUM. Accept this little floweret As a tribute of regard, Though small is our acquaintance, To be friendly is not hard. You a stranger and sojourner With us but for a time; 'We meet but for a season, In a chill and changing clime. But it will be a pleasure If we meet on earth again, We would rejoice if you rejoice, And grieve were you in pain. May we all but gain the haven Of eternal rest at last, When earth's friendships and its flowers, And its sorrows, all are past. ON LEAVING DUNDEE. 103 ON LEAVING DUNDEE, JANUARY 23, 1839, IN THE BRITISH BRIG, "1SLA." Up, up, ye winds, and bear us on, Ye waves roll cheerily; A few more hours and we are gone, We 've lingered wearily. The skies above are blue and clear, And calm the Tay is streaming; Half lit with gold in mists appear Its sunny glory beaming. The mountains grey, o'ertopped with wood, Where Autumn's shade reposes, Fades from our sight, and ocean's flood In grandeur now discloses. Farewell, ye stream and banks of Tay, Ye hills and vales retiring, Where morn and...