Under the stone you behold, Buried, and coffined, and cold, Lieth Sir Wilfrid the Bold. Always he marched in advance, Warring in Flanders and France, Doughty with sword and with lance. Famous in Saracen fight, Rode in his youth the good knight, Scattering Paynims in flight. Brian the Templar untrue, Fairly in tourney he slew, […]

BY THE LORD SOUTHDOWN. The castle towers of Bareacres are fair upon the lea, Where the cliffs of bonny Diddlesex rise up from out the sea: I stood upon the donjon keep and view’d the country o’er, I saw the lands of Bareacres for fifty miles or more. I stood upon the donjon keep–it is […]

AN EPIC POEM, IN TWENTY BOOKS. I. [The Poet describes the city and spelling of Kiow, Kioff, or Kiova.] A thousand years ago, or more, A city filled with burghers stout, And girt with ramparts round about, Stood on the rocky Dnieper shore. In armor bright, by day and night, The sentries they paced to […]

LILLE, Sept. 2, 1843. My heart is weary, my peace is gone, How shall I e’er my woes reveal? I have no money, I lie in pawn, A stranger in the town of Lille. I. With twenty pounds but three weeks since From Paris forth did Titmarsh wheel, I thought myself as rich a prince […]

I. Long by the willow-trees Vainly they sought her, Wild rang the mother’s screams O’er the gray water: “Where is my lovely one? Where is my daughter? II. “Rouse thee, sir constable– Rouse thee and look; Fisherman, bring your net, Boatman your hook. Beat in the lily-beds, Dive in the brook!” III. Vainly the constable […]

Know ye the willow-tree Whose gray leaves quiver, Whispering gloomily To yon pale river; Lady, at even-tide Wander not near it, They say its branches hide A sad, lost spirit? Once to the willow-tree A maid came fearful, Pale seemed her cheek to be, Her blue eye tearful; Soon as she saw the tree, Her […]

O TIM, did you hear of thim Saxons, And read what the peepers report? They’re goan to recal the Liftinant, And shut up the Castle and Coort! Our desolate counthry of Oireland, They’re bint, the blagyards, to desthroy, And now having murdthered our counthry, They’re goin to kill the Viceroy, Dear boy; ‘Twas he was […]

Ye pathrons of janius, Minerva and Vanius, Who sit on Parnassus, that mountain of snow, Descind from your station and make observation Of the Prince’s pavilion in sweet Pimlico. This garden, by jakurs, is forty poor acres, (The garner he tould me, and sure ought to know;) And yet greatly bigger, in size and in […]

MR. MOLONY’S ACCOUNT OF THE BALL GIVEN TO THE NEPAULESE AMBASSADOR BY THE PENINSULAR AND ORIENTAL COMPANY. O will ye choose to hear the news, Bedad I cannot pass it o’er: I’ll tell you all about the Ball To the Naypaulase Ambassador. Begor! this fete all balls does bate At which I’ve worn a pump, […]

You’ve all heard of Larry O’Toole, Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole; He had but one eye, To ogle ye by– Oh, murther, but that was a jew’l! A fool He made of de girls, dis O’Toole. ‘Twas he was the boy didn’t fail, That tuck down pataties and mail; He never would shrink From […]

Ye Genii of the nation, Who look with veneration. And Ireland’s desolation onsaysingly deplore; Ye sons of General Jackson, Who thrample on the Saxon, Attend to the thransaction upon Shannon shore, When William, Duke of Schumbug, A tyrant and a humbug, With cannon and with thunder on our city bore, Our fortitude and valiance Insthructed […]

Sent by a Young Gentleman of Quality to Miss Br-dy, of Castle Brady. On Brady’s tower there grows a flower, It is the loveliest flower that blows,– At Castle Brady there lives a lady, (And how I love her no one knows); Her name is Nora, and the goddess Flora Presents her with this blooming […]

On reading of the general indignation occasioned in Ireland by the appointment of a Scotch Professor to one of HER MAJESTY’S Godless colleges, MASTER MOLLOY MOLONY, brother of THADDEUS MOLONY, Esq., of the Temple, a youth only fifteen years of age, dashed off the following spirited lines:– As I think of the insult that’s done […]

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 monce. She […]

My name is Pleaceman X; Last night I was in bed, A dream did me perplex, Which came into my Edd. I dreamed I sor three Waits A playing of their tune, At Pimlico Palace gates, All underneath the moon. One puffed a hold French horn, And one a hold Banjo, And one chap seedy […]

There’s in the Vest a city pleasant To vich King Bladud gev his name, And in that city there’s a Crescent Vere dwelt a noble knight of fame. Although that galliant knight is oldish, Although Sir John as gray, gray air, Hage has not made his busum coldish, His Art still beats tewodds the Fair! […]

A NEW PALLICE COURT CHANT. One sees in Viteall Yard, Vere pleacemen do resort, A wenerable hinstitute, ‘Tis call’d the Pallis Court. A gent as got his i on it, I think ’twill make some sport. The natur of this Court My hindignation riles: A few fat legal spiders Here set & spin their viles; […]

(BY A GENTLEMAN WHO HAS BEEN ON THE SPOT.) Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear, ‘Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear; ‘Twill make your hair to bristle up, and your eyes to start and glow, When of this dread consperracy you honest folks shall know. The news of […]

“WESTMINSTER POLICE COURT.–Policeman X brought a paper of doggerel verses to the MAGISTRATE, which had been thrust into his hands, X said, by an Italian boy, who ran away immediately afterwards. “The MAGISTRATE, after perusing the lines, looked hard at X, and said he did not think they were written by an Italian. “X, blushing, […]

Little Billee.* Air–“Il y avait un petit navire.” There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain’s biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as […]