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Elfrida a Dramatic Poem (Paperback) Loot Price: R199 Discovery Miles 1 990
Elfrida a Dramatic Poem (Paperback): Anonymous
Elfrida a Dramatic Poem (Paperback): Anonymous

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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. 1805 edition. Excerpt: ...when my speedy union with Narcissa, at Barbadoes, Wou'q so much advance my interest. Something must be hit upon, and speedily; but what resource (thinking) Trudge. The old one--a tree, Sir; it's all we have for it now. What wou'd I give now to be perch'd upon a high stool, with our brown desk squeez'd into the pit of my stomach--scribbling away on an old parchment --But all my red ink wili be spili'd by an old black pin of a negro. SONG. Last Valentine's Day. A voyage o'er seas had not enter'd my head. Had 1 known on which side to butter my bread. Heigho sure I--for hunger must die I've sail'd like a booby; come here in a squall, Where, alas there's no bread to be butter'dat all Oho I'm a terrible booby Oh what a sad booby am I II.. In London, what gay chop-house signs in the street But the only sign here is of nothing to eat. Heigho that I--for hunger shou'd die My mutton's all lost; I'm a poor starving elf, And for all the world like a lost mutton myselfi. Oho I shall die a lost mutton . Oh what a lost mutton am I m: . . ' For a neat slice of beef, I cou'd roar like a bull; And my stomach's so empty, my heart is quite full. Weigdo'. that 1--for hunger shou'd die H But grave without meat, I must here meet my grave, For my bacon, I fancy, I never shall save; Oho I shall ne'er save my bacon 1 can't save my bacon, not I Trudge. Hum I was thinking--I was thinking, Sir--if so many natives cou'd be caught, how much they might fetch at the West India markets Jiikle. Scoundrel is this a time to jest Trudge. No, faith, Sir. Hunger is too sharp to be jested with. As for me, I shall starve for want of food; Now you may meet a luckier fate: you are able to extract the square root, Sir; and that's the very best..

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Imprint: Rarebooksclub.com
Country of origin: United States
Release date: September 2013
First published: September 2013
Authors: Anonymous
Dimensions: 246 x 189 x 2mm (L x W x T)
Format: Paperback - Trade
Pages: 34
ISBN-13: 978-1-130-51002-7
Barcode: 9781130510027
Categories: Books
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LSN: 1-130-51002-6

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