Richard Harris Barham
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Richard Harris Barham Poems
The Merchant of Venice,: A Legend of Ita...
I believe there are few But have heard of a Jew, Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw' In money transactions as ever you knew;
The Jackaw of Rheims
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair! Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire,
'Look at The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The ...
FYTTE I. 'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce, As she open'd the door to her husband's knock,
Some Account of a New Play
'The play's the thing!'-- Hamlet. Tavistock Hotel, Nov. 1839. Dear Charles,
Execution, The : A Sporting Anecdote Hon...
My Lord Tomnoddy got up one day; It was half after two, He had nothing to do, So his Lordship rang for his cabriolet.
The Hand of Glory, : The Nurse's Story
Malefica quaedam auguriatrix in Anglia fuit, quam demones horribiliter extraxerunt, et imponentes super equum terribilem, per aera rapuerunt; Clamoresque terribiles (ut ferunt) per quatuor ferme miliaria audiebantur. Nuremb. Chron.
A Lay of St. Gengulphus
'Non multo post, Gengulphus, in domo sua dormiens, occisus est a quodam clerico qui cum uxore sua adulterare solebat. Cujus corpus dum in fereto in sepulturam portaretur, multi infirmi de tactu sanati sunt.' 'Cum hoc illius uxori referretur ab ancilla sua, scilicet dominum suum quam martyrem sanctum miracula facere, irridens illa, et subsurrans, ait, 'Ita Gengulphus miracula facitat ut pulvinarium meum cantat,' &c. &c.-- Wolfii Memorab.
The Bagman's Dog, : Mr. Peters's Story
Stant littore Puppies!-- Virgil. It was a litter, a litter of five, Four are drown'd and one left alive,
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small, Its air and situation sweet and pretty; It matters very little -- if at all -- Whether its denizens are dull or witty,
The Lay of St. Odille
Odille was a maid of a dignified race; Her father, Count Otto, was lord of Alsace; Such an air, such a grace, Such a form, such a face,
Oh, my head! my head! my head! Lack! for my poor unfortunate head! Mister de Ville Has been to feel,
Poor Tray charmant! Poor Tray de mon Ami! -- Dog-bury, and Vergers.
Mr. Barney Maguire's Account of The Coro...
Och! the Coronation! what celebration For emulation can with it compare? When to Westminster the Royal Spinster, And the Duke of Leinster, all in order did repair!
The Witch's frolic
[Scene, the 'Snuggery' at Tappington.-- Grandpapa in a high-backed cane-bottomed elbow-chair of carved walnut-tree, dozing; his nose at an angle of forty-five degrees,--his thumbs slowly perform the rotatory motion described by lexicographers as 'twiddling.'--The 'Hope of the family' astride on a walking-stick, with burnt-cork mustachios, and a pheasant's tail pinned in his cap, solaceth himself with martial music.-- Roused by a strain of surpassing dissonance, Grandpapa Loquitur. ] Come hither, come hither, my little boy Ned! Come hither unto my knee--
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''I often sit back and think, "I wish I'd done that," and find out later that I already have.''Richard Harris (b. 1932), Irish actor. Quoted in Sun (London, May 19, 1988). On his drinking.
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The Merchant of Venice,: A Legend of Italy
I believe there are few
But have heard of a Jew,
Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'
In money transactions as ever you knew;
An exorbitant miser, who never yet lent
A ducat at less than three hundred per cent.,
Insomuch that the veriest spendthrift in Venice,
Who'd take no more care of his pounds than his pennies,
When press'd for a loan, at the very first sight
Of his terms, would back out, and take refuge in Flight.
It is not my purpose to pause and inquire
If he might not, in managing thus to retire,
Jump out of the frying-pan into ...