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HARRISON'S
AMUSING
PICTURE AND POETRY
_BOOK_,
CONTAINING SEVENTY ENGRAVINGS.
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DEVIZES:
_Printed and published by J. Harrison_,
AND SOLD BY
THE LONDON BOOKSELLERS AND STATIONERS.
_Price Sixpence._
HARRISON'S
AMUSING
_PICTURE AND POETRY_
BOOK,
CONTAINING SEVENTY ENGRAVINGS.
[Illustration]
PRINTED BY J. HARRISON, DEVIZES,
AND SOLD BY THE
London Booksellers and Stationers.
PRICE SIXPENCE.
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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! 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.
FINIS.
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PRINTED BY J. HARRISON, DEVIZES.
HARRISON'S
AMUSING
PICTURE AND POETRY
_BOOK_,
CONTAINING SEVENTY ENGRAVINGS
* * * * *
[Illustration]
* * * * *
DEVIZES:
_Printed and published by J. Harrison,_
AND SOLD BY
THE LONDON BOOKSELLERS AND STATIONERS.
* * * * *
_Price Sixpence._
* * * * *
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