Partingtonian patchwork Blifkins the martyr : the domestic trials of a model husband. The modern syntax : Dr. Spooner's experiences in search of the delectable. Partington papers : strippings of the warm milk of human kindness. New and old dips from an unambitious inkstand. Humorous, eccentric, rhythmical |
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1. PART I.
Sweet Madaline's hair was very fair,
Of ashen-gold hue, by which bards swear,
Whose glorious curls
Were the envy of girls—
Of kink divine and profusion rare;
And Madaline's power,
Evinced each hour,
Rested, like Samson's, in her hair.
Of ashen-gold hue, by which bards swear,
Whose glorious curls
Were the envy of girls—
Of kink divine and profusion rare;
And Madaline's power,
Evinced each hour,
Rested, like Samson's, in her hair.
In such a glory it round her lay!
Crinkled in Style's adroitest way,
Burnt with irons to make it stay,
—With amount of effort best not to say—
Its every curl, in the light astray,
Seeming a streak from the source of day,
Leading the rapt beholder,
Who saw it about her neck at play,
To deem it some amorous sunbeam's ray,
Lit on her snow-white shoulder.
Crinkled in Style's adroitest way,
Burnt with irons to make it stay,
—With amount of effort best not to say—
Its every curl, in the light astray,
Seeming a streak from the source of day,
Leading the rapt beholder,
Who saw it about her neck at play,
To deem it some amorous sunbeam's ray,
Lit on her snow-white shoulder.
Not like the curls we sometimes meet
Out there upon the public street,
To good taste oft offences,
That glisten and twist admiration to gain,
And excite the susceptible masculine train,
Till they find at last, to their shame and pain,
That they're fraud, and the whole of their object, plain—
Getting goods under false pretences.
At every feast, or dance, or fair,
In the burning blaze of the gas-light's glare,
Were seen those locks flash here and there,
Like fireflies in the summer air,
Enchanting by their glitter;
Sought for by eligible beaux,
Subject for rivalry with those
Who ached to tweak each other's nose
In the eager race to get her.
Out there upon the public street,
To good taste oft offences,
That glisten and twist admiration to gain,
And excite the susceptible masculine train,
Till they find at last, to their shame and pain,
That they're fraud, and the whole of their object, plain—
Getting goods under false pretences.
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In the burning blaze of the gas-light's glare,
Were seen those locks flash here and there,
Like fireflies in the summer air,
Enchanting by their glitter;
Sought for by eligible beaux,
Subject for rivalry with those
Who ached to tweak each other's nose
In the eager race to get her.
And her smile was bright as the curls she wore,
And equal kindness on all she'd pour,
And each fond swain
Perplexed his brain
So far as that organ might obtain,
As he watched the smile her features o'er,
If for him it any promise bore;
But all his watch was vain.
And equal kindness on all she'd pour,
And each fond swain
Perplexed his brain
So far as that organ might obtain,
As he watched the smile her features o'er,
If for him it any promise bore;
But all his watch was vain.
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