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| 123 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/123 | 'Elegy' | | From a letter to Mary Boyle (3 December 1849). | Dickens, Charles | 'Elegy.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The Pilgrim Edition. </em><span>Edited by Graham Storey and K. J. Fielding. Volume 5 (1847-1849), p. 708-709. Oxford University Press, 1980.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1849-12-03">1849-12-03</a> | | | Parody of Thomas Gray's 'Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard'. | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1849-12-03_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Elegy | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'Elegy' (3 December 1849). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1849-12-03_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Elegy" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1849-12-03_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Elegy</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1849-12-03_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Elegy.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Elegy' (3 December 1849).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | Written in a country churchyard. The small dog Spitz has given a shrill bark, And gone off with her tail uprais’d in air; I don’t know where she’s gone, it is so dark, And (what is more) I don’t think that I care. Now the gloom deepens like to that thick gloom Of which the Master of the School once spoke, Which can’t be swept away by any broom, And hangs enshrouding all things, like dense smoke. Within yon Castle Walls, of old admired, Where winking tapers in the windows doze, Each to a chamber snug and warm retir’d, Toe royst’ring wights of Rockingham repose! From them no more does Lady Teazle win Applause, fit tribute to her graces quaint: For them no more Sir Peter daubs his skin And looks out from a mist of flour and paint. The modest check and mien of “the young man”, The lunatic in custody next door, The mirth which Mrs Nickleby began, No longer interrupt their low-drawn snore. No more the host, as if he dealt at cards, Smiling deals lighted candles all about: No more the Fair inclusive of the Bard’s) Persist in blowing all the candles out. No more the Fair prolong the cheerful tread Of dancing feet until the lights low burn: No more the host, when they are gone to bed, Quickly retreats, foreboding their return. Let not Convention mock the cap and bells Which certain heads are not too wise to wear, Nor loftily disdain the voice that tells How harmless trifling purifies the air! Full many an impulse, generous and good, Has sprung from a light heart in cheery hours: Full many a wounded creature has withstood The thorns of life, rememb’ring its wild flowers. And so, may conjurors within that hall Again large watches cut, from loaves of bread: Again hot puddings bring, with magic call, From the hat sacred to a rev’rend head! For him who, mindful of that honored time, Does in these lines its artless tale relate, So read his fate in very feeble rhyme Written in chalk upon the churchyard Gate! The Epitaph Here rests his head upon his native soil A Youth who lived once, in the public whim: His death occasion’d by a mortal Boil, Which settled on his brain, and settled him. | 18491203 | | | | | | | | | |
| 120 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/120 | 'Epitaph of Charles Irving' | | From a letter to Dr F. H. Deane (4 April 1842). | Dickens, Charles | 'To Dr F. H. Deane.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The Pilgrim Edition. </em>Edited by Madeline House, Graham Storey and Kathleen Tillotson. Volume 3 (1842-1843), p. 187. Oxford University Press, 1974. | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1842-04-04">1842-04-04</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Epitaph">Epitaph</a> | 1842-04-04_Epitaph_Charles_Irving | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'Epitaph of Charles Irving' (4 April 1842). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1842-04-04_Epitaph_Charles_Irving">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1842-04-04_Epitaph_Charles_Irving</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1842-04-04_Epitaph_Charles_Irving.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Epitaph of Charles Irving' (4 April 1842).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | This is the Grave of A Little Child, Whom God in his goodness Called to a Bright Eternity, When he was very young. Hard as it is For Human Affection To reconcile itself To Death, In any shape; (And most of all, perhaps, At First, In This) His parents Can even now believe That it will be a consolation to them, Throughout Their Lives, And when they shall have grown old And grey, Always to think of him As a Child, In Heaven. “And Jesus called a little child unto Him, and set him in the midst of them” He was the son of A and M Thornton. Christened CHARLES IRVING He was born on the 20th day of January 1841, And he died on the 12th day of March 1842. Having lived only Thirteen Months, and nine days. | 18420404 | | | | | | | | | |
| 128 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/128 | 'Epitaph of Katherine Thomson' | | From a letter to George Thomson (26 November 1841). | Dickens, Charles. | Sack, O. 'An Epitaph by Charles Dickens.' <em>The Dickensian</em> 10.9 (1914): 234-237. | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1841-11-26">1841-11-26</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Epitaph">Epitaph</a> | 1841-11-26_Epitaph_Katherine_Thomson | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'Epitaph of Katherine Thomson' (26 November 1841). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/ 1841-11-26_Epitaph_Katherine_Thomson" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1841-11-26_Epitaph_Katherine_Thomson</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1841-11-26_Epitaph_Katherine_Thomson.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Epitaph of Katherine Thomson' (26 November 1841).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | Sacred to the ashes of Katherine Thomson, For Sixty Years The dear Wife of George Thomson of Edinburgh. She died at Brompton on the Thirteenth of October 1841; Closing at the age of Seventy Five, a life of affectionate devotion and domestic excellence. Reader! The adjoining grave Is that of her Grandchild who died In the early bloom of womanhood. This Is the resting-place of one whose honoured head was gray. It is hard to lose Those whom we fondly love at any time; But it is a happy thing To believe That in Eternity There is perpetual youth and happiness For all. The will of God be done! | 18411126 | | | | | | | | | |
| 127 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/127 | 'Epitaph of Mr. Arthur Smith' | | From a letter to Mrs Arthur Smith (9 October 1861). | Dickens, Charles | 'To Mrs Arthur Smith.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The Pilgrim Edition. </em>Edited by Graham Storey. Volume 9 (1859-1861), p. 473. Oxford University Press, 1997. | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1861-10-09">1861-10-09</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Epitaph">Epitaph</a> | 1861-10-09_Epitaph_Arthur_Smith | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'Epitaph of Mr. Arthur Smith' (9 October 1861). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1861-10-09_Epitaph_Arthur_Smith" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1861-10-09_Epitaph_Arthur_Smith</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1861-10-09_Epitaph_Arthur_Smith.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Epitaph of Mr. Arthur Smith' (9 October 1861).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | Here also lie the remains of MR. ARTHUR SMITH, In the Grave of his brother and father. He died, 1st October 1861, Aged 36 Years. For his zeal, integrity, and fidelity, He was widely beloved and honoured. And it is believed By those who knew him best, That he had the clearest head In affairs of business, And the clearest heart In all the affairs of life, That were ever united to The simple tastes, The sweet temper and gentleness, Of an affectionate child. | 18611009 | | | | | | | | | |
| 121 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/121 | 'Love Song' | | From a letter to Mrs David C. Colden (29 April 1842). | Dickens, Charles | The Charles Dickens Museum.; 'To Mrs David C. Colden.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The Pilgrim Edition. </em>Edited by Madeline House, Graham Storey and Kathleen Tillotson. Volume 3 (1842-1843), p. 220. Oxford University Press, 1974. | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1842-04-29">1842-04-29</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Song">Song</a> | 1842-04-29_Letter_To_Mrs_David_C_Colden_Love_Song | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'Love Song' (29 April 1842). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1842-04-29_Letter_To_Mrs_David_C_Colden_Love_Song">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1842-04-29_Letter_To_Mrs_David_C_Colden_Love_Song</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1842-04-29_Letter_To_Mrs_David_C_Colden_Love_Song.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Love Song' (29 April 1842).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | Air – “London now is out of Town.” Sweet Woman is of many kinds; She sometimes is propi-tious; She sometimes has a Thousand minds; Sometimes is rather wi-cious. Above her sex, my love doth shine, Though by no means a bold ‘un “I’d crowns resign, to call her mine” – Her name is Missis …… – Poor Frankenstein, that Prince of fools Why grim male monster made he, When with the self-same clay and tools He might have built a Lady! How wealthy in the Worlds effects, If he had made and sold ‘un, So wery prime in all respects As charming Missis …… ! But vain reflection! who could rear, On scaffold, pier, or starling, A creetur half so bright or dear, As my unmentioned Darling! No artist in the World’s broad ways Could ever carve or mould ‘un, That might aspire to lace the stays Of charming Mrs …… | 18420429 | | | | | | | | | |
| 63 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/63 | 'New Song' | | From a letter to Mark Lemon (25 June 1849). | Dickens, Charles | 'Mr. Mark Lemon.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. Edited by his Sister-in-Law and his Eldest Daughter.</em><span> Volume 1 (1833-1856), pp. 207-208. Chapman and Hall, 1880.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1849-06-25">1849-06-25</a> | | <i>Internet</i><span> <em>Archive</em>: Access to the Archive’s Collections is provided at no cost and is granted for scholarship and research purposes only (</span><span class="s1"><a href="https://archive.org/about/terms.php" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/about/terms.php</a>).</span> | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Song">Song</a> | 1849_06_25_Letter_To_Mark_Lemon_New_Song | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'New Song.' Letter to Mark Lemon (25 June 1849). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1849_Letter_To_Mark_Lemon_New_Song">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1849_Letter_To_Mark_Lemon_New_Song</a>.</span> | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1849-06-25_Letter_To_Mark_Lemon_New_Song.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'New Song.' Letter to Mark Lemon (25 June 1849).</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=T.+Sparkler">T. Sparkler</a> | | | | TUNE – "Lesbia hath a beaming eye." 1. Lemon is a little hipped, And this is Lemon’s true position; He is not pale, he’s not white-lipped, Yet wants a little fresh condition. Sweeter ‘tis to gaze upon Old Ocean’s rising, falling billows, Than on the houses every one That form the street called Saint Anne Willers. Oh, my Lemon, round and fat, Oh my bright, my right, my tight ‘un, Think a little what you’re at – Don’t stay at home, but come to Brighton! 2. Lemon has a coat of frieze, But all so seldom Lemon wears it, That it is a prey to fleas, And ev’ry moth that’s hungry tears it. Oh, that coat’s the coat for me, That braves the railway sparks and breezes, Leaving every engine free To smoke it, till its owner sneezes! Then my Lemon, round and fat, L., my bright, my right, my tight ’un, Think a little what you’re at – On Tuesday first, come down to Brighton! | 18490625 | | | | | | | | https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/New_Song/1849_06_25_Letter_To_Mark_Lemon_New_Song.pdf | |
| 125 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/125 | 'The Response' | | From a letter to W. H. Wills (1854). | Dickens, Charles | 'To W. H. Wills.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The Pilgrim Edition. </em>Edited by Graham Storey, Kathleen Tillotson and Angus Easson. Volume 7 (1853-1855), p. 493. Oxford University Press, 1993. | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1854">1854</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Song">Song</a> | 1854_Letter_To_W_H_Wills_The_Response | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'The Response' (1854). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1854_Letter_To_W_H_Wills_The_Response" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1854_Letter_To_W_H_Wills_The_Response</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1854_Letter_To_W_H_Wills_The_Response.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'The Response' (1854).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | Air: “Isabel” At the Hou-ou-sehold Words at ha-alf past fo-our I’ll be found, I’ll be found, I’ll be found When if it don’t blow it will certainly pou-ur I’ll be bound, I’ll be bound, I’ll be bound! But whom you expect besi-i-des Lemming I dont know, I dont know, I dont know But I’ll write to old Stanny R. and Lemming I’ll do so, I’ll do so, I’ll do so. You haven’t got time I sup-po-o-o-ose To walk out to that Blades If you do not produce your old no-o-o-ose I’ll send him a line with all spee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eed. | 18540101 | | | | | | | | | |
| 62 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/62 | 'To Daniel Maclise' | | From a letter to Daniel Maclise (2 June 1840). | Dickens, Charles | <span>'To Daniel Maclise.' Letter to Daniel Maclise. 2 June 1840. </span><em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The</em><span> </span><em>Pilgrim Edition.<span> </span></em><span>Edited by Madeline House and Graham Storey. Volume 2 (1840-1841), p. 79. Oxford University Press, 1969.</span>; Dickens, Charles. 'ALs to Daniel Maclise.' Letters, <a href="https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/item/28617">https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/item/28617</a>. Free Library of Philadelphia. | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1840-06-02">1840-06-02</a> | | <span>Courtesy of the Free Library of Philadelphia, Rare Book Department.<br /></span> | Parody of Lord Byron's 'To Thomas Moore', first stanza: <br />
<br />
My boat is on the shore,<br />
And my bark is on the sea,<br />
But, before I go, Tom Moore,<br />
Here's a double health to thee! | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1840-06-02_Letter_To_Daniel_Maclise_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Dickens, Charles. 'To Daniel Maclise' (2 June 1840). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1840-06-02_Letter_To_Daniel_Maclise_Poem">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1840-06-02_Letter_To_Daniel_Maclise_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1840-06-02_Letter_To_Daniel_Maclise_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'To Daniel Maclise' (2 June 1840).</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | My foot is in the house, My bath is on the sea, And, before I take a souse, Here’s a single note to thee. | 18400602 | | | | | | | | https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/To_Daniel_Maclise/1840-06-02_Letter_To_Daniel_Maclise.pdf | |
| 111 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/111 | 'To J. P. Harley' | | From a letter to J. P. Harley (9 April 1839). | Dickens, Charles | <span>'To J. P. Harley.' Letter to J. P. Harley. 9 April 1839. </span><em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The</em><span> </span><em>Pilgrim Edition.<span> </span></em><span>Edited by Madeline House and Graham Storey. Volume 1 (1820-1839), p. 541-542. Oxford University Press, 1965.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1839-04-09">1839-04-09</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Song">Song</a> | 1839-04-09_Letter_To_J_P_Harley_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Dickens, Charles. 'To J. P. Harley' (9 April 1839). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1839-04-09_Letter_To_J_P_Harley_Poem">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1839-04-09_Letter_To_J_P_Harley_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1839-04-09_Letter_To_J_P_Harley_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'To J. P. Harley' (9 April 1839).</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | RECITATIVE You’re wery funny so you air, Good peoples’ sides you shake, But in that ‘ere poetic flare You’ve made a small mistake; For “Thursday” ain’t the day young Snipe, But “Wen’sday” is the cry: So please to put that in your pipe And act according-ly. AIR Oh come then tomorrow and taste of that cheer Purwided for good ‘uns like you: With the light of our countenance soften my beer, My champagne, and my other Wines too. And if in your fun, of that Beer you should think, (For you are old Momus’ child) Take a maxim from it while your sherry you drink, And pray Harley – pray – draw it mild. Oh come then tomorrow when church-clocks strike six, Dum vivimus – live while we may – And when you have eaten and drunk too “like bricks”, Oh then, like the Page – “Go and Play”. [Please to hang up this bill in the kitchen.] | 18390409 | | | | | | | | | |
| 119 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/119 | 'To J. P. Harley' | | From a letter to J. P. Harley (16 March 1840). | Dickens, Charles | <span>'To J. P. Harley.' Letter to J. P. Harley. 16 March 1840. </span><em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The</em><span> </span><em>Pilgrim Edition.<span> </span></em><span>Edited by Madeline House and Graham Storey. Volume 2 (1840-1841), p. 44. Oxford University Press, 1969.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1840-03-16">1840-03-16</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1840-03-16_Letter_To_J_P_Harley_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Dickens, Charles. 'To J. P. Harley' (16 March 1840). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1840-03-16_Letter_To_J_P_Harley_Poem">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1840-03-16_Letter_To_J_P_Harley_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1840-03-16_Letter_To_J_P_Harley_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'To J. P. Harley' (16 March 1840).</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | If you know no reason Why good wine in season Should ever be forgot | 18400316 | | | | | | | | | |
| 81 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/81 | 'To John Forster' | | From a letter to John Forster (12 February 1840). | Dickens, Charles | Forster, John. <em>The Life of Charles Dickens</em>. Volume 1 (1812-1842), p. 196. Chapman and Hall, 1872.; <span>Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/in.ernet.dli.2015.458417/page/n217/mode/2up" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/in.ernet.dli.2015.458417/page/n217/mode/2up</a></span><a href="https://archive.org/details/letterscharlesd09dickgoog/page/n363/mode/2up" target="_blank" rel="noopener"></a><span>.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1840-02-12">1840-02-12</a> | | <i>Internet</i><span> <em>Archive</em>: Access to the Archive’s Collections is provided at no cost and is granted for scholarship and research purposes only (</span><span class="s1"><a href="https://archive.org/about/terms.php" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/about/terms.php</a>).</span> | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1840-02-12_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'Letter to John Forster' (12 February 1840). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1840-02-12_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1840-02-12_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem</a><span>.</span> | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1840-02-12_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Letter to John Forster' (12 February 1840).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | My heart is at Windsor, My heart isn't here; My heart is at Windsor, A following my dear. | 18400212 | | | | | | | | https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/To_John_Forster/1840-02-12_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem.png | |
| 110 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/110 | 'To John Forster' | | From a letter to John Forster (August 1838). | Dickens, Charles | 'To John Forster.' Letter to John Forster. [? August 1838]. <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The</em><span> </span><em>Pilgrim Edition. </em>Edited by Madeline House and Graham Storey. Volume 1 (1820-1839), p. 427. Oxford University Press, 1965. | | | | | Parody of William Cowper's 'The Diverting History of John Gilpin', last stanza:<br />
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Now let us sing, 'Long live the king,<br />
And Gilpin, long live he;<br />
And when he next doth ride abroad,<br />
May I be there to see!' | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1838-08_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Dickens, Charles. 'To John Forster' (August 1838). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1838-08_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1838-08_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1838-08_Letter_To_John_Forster_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'To John Forster' (August 1838).</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | So let us scream long live the Queen And Jerdan long live he, And when he dies, let’s have no more Of sitch humbuggere. | 18380801 | | | | | | | | | |
| 61 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/61 | 'To John Groves' | | From a letter to John Groves (1 September 1838). | Dickens, Charles | 'To John Groves.' Letter to John Groves (Early September 1838). <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The</em> <em>Pilgrim Edition. </em>Edited by Madeline House and Graham Storey. Volume 1 (1820-1839), pp. 432-433. Oxford University Press, 1988. | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1838-09">1838-09</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1838-09_Letter_To_John_Groves_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Dickens, Charles. 'To John Groves' (September 1838). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1838-09_Letter_To_John_Groves_Poem">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1838-09_Letter_To_John_Groves_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1838-09_Letter_To_John_Groves_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'To John Groves' (1 September 1838).</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Revolver">Revolver</a> | | | | Oh Mr. Groves If so be you approves Of writings in rhyme Knocked off in quick time And set down at once By an indolent dunce Who to Alum bay runs - Read these lines Mr. Groves. For those same twenty heads Who are coming for beds From Cowes or from Rhyde, Or from some hole beside, Don’t fit up that “Tent” Which in our room is meant For some very small child Of years meek and mild, Because I’ve a wife And I swear on my life It would our blushes bring To have that sort of thing, -So no stranger coves If you please Mr. Groves And when people repair Here, to dine in the air Just give ‘em their grub On some barrel or tub In the cow-yard or garden; -<br />
I’ll bet a brass farden They’ll eat as much cheese, And cough spit and sneeze And make as much shindy As outside our windy; So there put their loaves If you please Mr. Groves. And as Ann is a maid By no means afraid Of doing what’s right By day or by night, And perfectly able To wait well at table, If she’s wrong here and there Don’t bluster and swear But of slight faults absolve her. Yours Truly - Revolver. | 18380901 | | | | | | | | | |
| 124 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/124 | 'To Mary Boyle' | | From a letter to Mary Boyle (16 January 1854). | Dickens, Charles | 'Miss Mary Boyle.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. Edited by his Sister-in-Law and his Eldest Daughter.</em> Volume 1 (1833-1856), p. 346. Chapman and Hall, 1880.; <span>Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/letterscharlesd09dickgoog/page/n363/mode/2up" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/letterscharlesd09dickgoog/page/n363/mode/2up</a>.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1854-01-16">1854-01-16</a> | | <i>Internet</i><span> <em>Archive</em>: Access to the Archive’s Collections is provided at no cost and is granted for scholarship and research purposes only (</span><span class="s1"><a href="https://archive.org/about/terms.php" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/about/terms.php</a>).</span> | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1854-01-16_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'To Mary Boyle' (16 January 1854). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1854-01-16_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Poem" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1854-01-16_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1854-01-16_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'To Mary Boyle' (16 January 1854).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest O then REMEMBER JOE! | 18540116 | | | | | | | | https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/To_Mary_Boyle/1854-01-16_Letter_To_Mary_Boyle_Poem.pdf | |
| 109 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/109 | 'To Mr. Hicks' | | From a letter to Charles Hicks (26 July 1837). | Dickens, Charles | 'To Charles Hicks.' Letter to Charles Hicks. (26 July 1837). <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The</em><span> </span><em>Pilgrim Edition. </em>Edited by Madeline House and Graham Storey. Volume 1 (1820-1839), p. 287. Oxford University Press, 1965. | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1837-07-26">1837-07-26</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1837-07-26_Letter_To_Charles_Hicks_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Dickens, Charles. 'To Charles Hicks' (2 June 1840). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-07-26_Letter_To_Charles_Hicks_Poem">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-07-26_Letter_To_Charles_Hicks_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1837-07-26_Letter_To_Charles_Hicks_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'To Mr. Hicks' (26 July 1837).</a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | Oh Mr. Hick – S, I’m heartily sick Of this sixteenth Pickwick Which is just in the nick For the publishing trick, And will read nice and slick, If you’ll only be quick. I don’t write on tick, That’s my comfort, Avick! | 18370726 | | | | | | | | | |
| 122 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/122 | 'To Mrs Cowden Clarke' | | From a letter to Mrs Cowden Clarke (13 January 1849). | Dickens, Charles | 'To Mrs Cowden Clarke.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The Pilgrim Edition. </em><span>Edited by Graham Storey and K. J. Fielding. Volume 5 (1847-1849), p. 476. Oxford University Press, 1980.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1849-01-13">1849-01-13</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1849-01-13_Letter_To_Mrs_Cowden_Clarke_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'To Mrs Cowden Clarke' (13 January 1849). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1849-01-13_Letter_To_Mrs_Cowden_Clarke_Poem">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1849-01-13_Letter_To_Mrs_Cowden_Clarke_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1849-01-13_Letter_To_Mrs_Cowden_Clarke_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'To Mrs Cowden Clarke' (13 January 1849).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | – But had you seen him in “Used up”, His eye so beaming and so clear, When on his stool he sat to sup The oxtail – little Romer near etc etc – you would have forgotten and forgiven all. | 18490113 | | | | | | | | | |
| 126 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/126 | 'To Mrs Horne' | | From a letter to Mrs Horne (20 October 1856). | Dickens, Charles | 'Mrs. Horne.' <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. Edited by his Sister-in-Law and his Eldest Daughter.</em> Volume 1 (1833-1856), p. 456-457. Chapman and Hall, 1880.; <span>Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/letterscharlesd09dickgoog/page/n473/mode/2up" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/letterscharlesd09dickgoog/page/n473/mode/2up</a>.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1856-10-20">1856-10-20</a> | | <i>Internet</i><span> <em>Archive</em>: Access to the Archive’s Collections is provided at no cost and is granted for scholarship and research purposes only (</span><span class="s1"><a href="https://archive.org/about/terms.php" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/about/terms.php</a>).</span> | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Poem">Poem</a> | 1856-10-20_Letter_To_Mrs_Horne_Poem | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <span>Dickens, Charles. 'To Mrs Horne' (20 October 1856). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1856-10-20_Letter_To_Mrs_Horne_Poem" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1856-10-20_Letter_To_Mrs_Horne_Poem</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1856-10-20_Letter_To_Mrs_Horne_Poem.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'To Mrs Horne' (20 October 1856).</span></a> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | My heart disowns Ophelia Jones; only I think it was a more sounding name, Are these the tones, – Volumnia Jones? No. Again it seems doubtful. God bless her bones, Petronia Jones! I think not. Carve I on stones Olympia Jones? Can that be the name? Fond memory favours it more than any other. My love to her. | 18561020 | | | | | | | | https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/To_Mrs_Horne/1856-10-20_Letter_To_Mrs_Horne_Poem.pdf | |
| 84 | https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/84 | On Return from America | | Speech given at Greenwich (9 July 1842). | Dickens, Charles | <em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The</em><span> </span><em>Pilgrim Edition.<span> </span></em><span>Edited by Madeline House, Graham Storey and Kathleen Tillotson. Volume 3 (1842-1843), p.264<em>n</em>. Oxford University Press, 1974.</span> | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=18420709">18420709</a> | | | | | | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Speech">Speech</a> | 1842-07-09_Speech_on_Return_from_America | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Dickens, Charles. 'On Return from America' (9 July 1842). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/speeches/1842-07-09_Speech_on_Return_from_America">https://dickenssearch.com/speeches/1842-07-09_Speech_on_Return_from_America</a>. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 'Well, we drank "the Boz", with a delectable clatter, which drew from him a goood warm hearted speech, in which he hinted the great advantage of going to America for the pleasure of coming back again – & pleasantly described the embarrassing attentions of the Transatlantickers, who made his private house & private cabin particularly public.' | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Letter">Letter</a> | | | | | | | 189420709 | <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=4&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Greenwich">Greenwich</a> | | | | | | | | |