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1	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/1	'The Fine Old English Gentleman'	Published in <em>The Examiner </em>(7 August 1841).	Dickens, Charles	<em>British Newspapers Archive</em>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1841-08-07">1841-08-07</a>		<em>British Newspapers Archive,</em> <a href="https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0000054/18410807/001/0004">https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0000054/18410807/001/0004</a>. Some rights reserved. This work permits non-commercial use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited.		<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>	1841-08-07_The_Examiner_The_Fine_Old_English_Gentleman		Dickens, Charles. 'The Fine Old English Gentleman.' <em>The Examiner </em>(7 August 1841): p. 500. <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1841-08-07-The_Examiner_The_Fine_Old_English_Gentleman">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1841-08-07-The_Examiner_The_Fine_Old_English_Gentleman</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1841-08-07_The_Fine_Old_English_Gentleman.xml" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">'The Fine Old English Gentleman.' <em>The Examiner </em>(7 August 1841): p. 500.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Newspaper">Newspaper</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Examiner%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Examiner</em></a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=W.">W.</a>	THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN. NEW VERSION. (To be said or sung at all Conservative Dinners.) I'll sing you a new ballad, and I'll warrant it first-rate, Of the days of that old gentleman who had that old estate; When they spent the public money at a bountiful old rate On ev'ry mistress, pimp, and scamp, at ev'ry noble gate, In the fine old English Tory times; Soon may they come again! The good old laws were garnished well with gibbets, whips, and chains, With fine old English penalties, and fine old English pains, With rebel heads, and seas of blood once hot in rebel veins; For all these things were requisite to guard the rich old gains Of the fine old English Tory times; Soon may they come again! This brave old code, like Argus, had a hundred watchful eyes, And ev'ry English peasant had his good old English spies, To tempt his starving discontent with fine old English lies, Then call the good old Yeomanry to stop his peevish cries, In the fine old English Tory times; Soon may they come again! The good old times for cutting throats that cried out in their need, The good old times for hunting men who held their fathers' creed, The good old times when William Pitt, as all good men agreed, Came down direct from Paradise at more than railroad speed ... Oh the fine old English Tory times; When will they come again! In those rare days, the press was seldom known to snarl or bark, But sweetly sang of men in pow'r, like any tuneful lark; Grave judges, too, to all their evil deeds were in the dark; And not a man in twenty score knew how to make his mark. Oh the fine old English Tory times; Soon may they come again! Those were the days for taxes, and for war's infernal din; For scarcity of bread, that fine old dowagers might win; For shutting men of letters up, through iron bars to grin, Because they didn't think the Prince was altogether thin, In the fine old English Tory times; Soon may they come again! But Tolerance, though slow in flight, is strong-wing'd in the main; That night must come on these fine days, in course of time was plain; The pure old spirit struggled, but its struggles were in vain; A nation's grip was on it, and it died in choking pain, With the fine old English Tory days, All of the olden time. The bright old day now dawns again; the cry runs through the land, In England there shall be dear bread — in Ireland, sword and brand; And poverty, and ignorance, shall well the rich and grand. So, rally round the rulers with the gentle iron hand, Of the fine old English Tory days; Hail to the coming time! W.	18410807	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/The_Fine_Old_English_Gentleman/1841-08-07-The_Examiner_The_Fine_Old_English_Gentleman.pdf
2	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/2	'The Quack Doctor’s Proclamation'	Published in <em>The Examiner</em> (14 August 1841).	Dickens, Charles	<em>British Newspapers Archive</em>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1841-08-14">1841-08-14</a>		<em>British Newspapers Archive,</em> <a href="https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0000054/18410814/001/0005">https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0000054/18410814/001/0005</a>. Some rights reserved. This work permits non-commercial use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited.		<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>	1841-08-14-The_Examiner_The_Quack_Doctors_Proclamation		Dickens, Charles. 'The Quack Doctor's Proclamation.' <em>The Examiner</em> (14 August 1841): p. 517. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1841-08-14-The_Examiner_The_Quack_Doctors_Proclamation">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1841-08-14-The_Examiner_The_Quack_Doctors_Proclamation</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1841-08-14_The_Examiner_The_Quack_Doctors_Proclamation.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'The Quack Doctor's Proclamation.' <em>The Examiner<span> </span></em>(14 August 1841): p. 517.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Newspaper">Newspaper</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Examiner">The Examiner</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=W.">W.</a>	Tune – A Cobbler there was. An astonishing doctor has just come to town, Who will do all the faculty perfectly brown: He knows all diseases, their causes, and ends; And he ‘begs to appeal to his medical friends.’ Tol de rol: Diddle doll: Tol de rol, de dol, Diddle doll Tol de rol doll. He’s a magnetic doctor, and knows how to keep The whole of a Government snoring asleep To popular clamours; till popular pins Are stuck in their midriffs – and then he begins. Tol de rol. He’s a clairvoyant subject, and readily reads His countrymen’s wishes, conditions, and needs, With many more fine things I can’t tell in rhyme – And he keeps both his eyes shut, the whole of the time. Tol de rol. You mustn’t expect him to talk; but you’ll take Most particular notice the doctor’s awake, Though for aught from his words, or his looks that you reap, he Might just as well be most confoundedly sleepy. Tol de rol. Homëopathy too, he has practiced for ages; (You’ll find his prescriptions in Luke Hansard’s pages) Just giving his patient when maddened by pain, - Of Reform the ten thousandeth part of a grain. Tol de rol. He’s a med’cine for Ireland, in portable papers; The infallible cure for political vapours; A neat label round it his ‘prentices tie – ‘Put your trust in the Lord, and keep this powder dry!’ Tol de rol. He’s a corn doctor also, of wonderful skill, – No cutting, no rooting-up, purging, or pill – You’re merely to take, ‘stead of walking or riding, The sweet schoolboy exercise – innocent sliding. Tol de rol. There’s no advice gratis. If high ladies send His legitimate fee, he’s their soft spoken friend. At the great public counter with one hand behind him, And one in his waistcoat, they’re certain to find him. Tol de rol. He has only to add he’s the real Doctor Flam, All others being purely fictitious and sham; The house is a large one, tall, slated, and white, With a lobby; and lights in the passage at night. Tol de rol: Diddle doll: Tol de rol, de doll, Diddle doll Tol de rol doll.	18410814	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/The_Quack_Doctor_s_Proclamation/1841-08-14-The_Examiner_The_Quack_Doctors_Proclamation.pdf
3	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/3	'Subjects For Painters'	Published in <em>The Examiner</em> (21 August 1841).	Dickens, Charles	<em>British Library Newspapers</em>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1841-08-21">1841-08-21</a>		<em>British Library Newspapers,</em> <a href="https://link.gale.com/apps/doc/BB3200992782/BNCN?u=loughuni&sid=BNCN&xid=784a4802" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://link.gale.com/apps/doc/BB3200992782/BNCN?u=loughuni&sid=BNCN&xid=784a4802</a>. Some rights reserved. This work permits non-commercial use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited.		<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>	1841-08-21_The_Examiner_Subjects_For_Painters		Dickens, Charles. 'Subjects For Painters.' <em>The Examiner</em> (21 August 1841): p. 532. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1841-08-21_The_Examiner_Subjects_For_Painters">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1841-08-21_The_Examiner_Subjects_For_Painters</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1841-08-21_The_Examiner_Subjects_For_Painters.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Subjects For Painters.' <em>The Examiner</em> (21 August 1841): p. 532.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Newspaper">Newspaper</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Examiner">The Examiner</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=W.">W.</a>	(After Peter Pindar.) To you, SIR MARTIN, and your co. R.A.’s, I dedicate in meek, suggestive lays, Some subjects for your academic palettes; Hoping, by dint of these my scanty jobs, To fill with novel thoughts your teeming nobs, As though I beat them in with wooden mallets. To you, MACLISE, who Eve’s fair daughters paint With Nature’s hand, and want the maudlin taint Of the sweet Chalon school of silk and ermine: To you, E. LANDSEER, who from year to year Delight in beasts and birds, and dogs and deer, And seldom give us any human vermin: – – To all who practice art, or make believe, I offer subjects they may take or leave. Great Sibthorp and his butler, in debate (Arcades ambo) on affairs of state, Not altogether ‘gone,’ but rather funny; Cursing the Whigs for leaving in the lurch Our d–d, good, pleasant, gentlemanly Church, Would make a picture – cheap at any money. Or Sibthorp as the Tory Sec.–at–War, Encouraging his mates with loud ‘Yhor! Yhor!' From Treas’ry benches’ most conspicuous end; As an expectant Premier without guile, Calls him his honourable and gallant friend. Or Sibthorp travelling in foreign parts, Through that rich portion of our Eastern charts Where lies the land of popular tradition; And fairly worshipp’d by the true devout In all his comings in and goings out, Because of the old Turkish superstition. Fame with her trumpet, blowing very hard, And making earth rich with celestial lard, In puffing deeds done through Lord Chamberlain Howe; While some few thousand persons of small gains, Who give their charities without such pains, Look up, much wondering what may be the row. Behind them Joseph Hume, who turns his pate To where great Marlbro’ House in princely state Shelters a host of lacqueys, lords, and pages, And says he knows of dowagers a crowd, Who, without trumpeting so very loud, Would do so much, and more, for half the wages. Limn, sirs, the highest lady in the land, When Joseph Surface, fawning cap in hand, Delivers in his list of patriot mortals; Those gentlemen of honour, faith, and truth, Who, foul-mouthed, spat upon her maiden youth, And dog-like did defile her palace portals. Paint me the Tories, full of grief and woe, Weeping (to voters) over Frost and Co., Their suff’ring, erring, much-enduring brothers. And in the background don’t forget to pack, Each grinning ghastly from its bloody sack, The heads of Thistlewood, Despard, and others. Paint, squandering the club’s election gold, Fierce lovers of our Constitution old, Lords who’re that sacred lady’s greatest debtors; And let the law, forbidding any voice Or act of Peer to influence the choice Of English people, flourish in bright letters. Paint that same dear old lady, ill at ease, Weak in her second childhood, hard to please, Unknowing what she ails or what she wishes; With all her Carlton nephews at the door, Deaf’ning both aunt and nurses with their roar, – Fighting already, for the loaves and fishes. Leaving these hints for you to dwell upon, I shall presume to offer more anon.	18410821	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Subjects_For_Painters/1841-08-21_Subjects_for_Painters.jpeg
4	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/4	'The British Lion'	Published in the <em>Daily News</em> (24 January 1846).	Dickens, Charles	<em>British Newspapers Archive</em>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1846-01-24">1846-01-24</a>		<em>British Newspapers Archive, </em><a href="https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0000051/18460124/061/0005">https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0000051/18460124/061/0005</a>. <br />Some rights reserved. This work permits non-commercial use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited		<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>	1846-01-24-Daily_News_The_British_Lion		Dickens, Charles. 'The British Lion.' <em>Daily News</em> (21 January 1841): p. 5. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1846-01-24-Daily_News_The_British_Lion">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1846-01-24-Daily_News_The_British_Lion</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1846-01-24_Daily_News_The_British_Lion.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'The British Lion.' <em>The Daily News </em>(24 January 1846): p. 5.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Newspaper">Newspaper</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Daily+News">Daily News</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=CATNACH">CATNACH</a>	A NEW SONG, BUT AN OLD STORY TUNE. - The Great Sea-Snake. Oh, p’raps you may heard, and if not, I’ll sing, Of the British Lion free, That was constantly a-going for to make a spring Upon his en-e-me; But who, being rather groggy at the knees, Broke down, always before; And generally gave a feeble wheeze Instead of a loud roar. Right toor rol, loor rol, fee faw fum, The British Lion bold! That was always a-going for to do great things, And was always being “sold”! He was carried about, in a caravan, And was show'd in country parts, And they said “Walk-up! Be in time! He can Eat Corn-Law-Leagues like tarts!” And his showmen, shouting there and then, To puff him didn’t fail; And they said, as they peep'd into his den, “Oh, Don’t he wag his tail!” Now, the principal keeper of this poor old beast, WAN HUMBUG was his name, Would once ev’ry day stir him up - at least - And wasn’t that a Game! For he hadn’t a tooth, and he hadn’t a claw, In that “Struggle” so “Sublime;” And, however sharp they touch’d him on the raw, He couldn’t come up to time. And this, you will observe, was the reason why WAN HUMBUG, on weak grounds, Was forced to make believe that he heard his cry In all unlikely sounds. So there wasn’t a bleat from an Essex Calf, Or a Duke, or a Lordling slim; But he said, with a very triumphant laugh, “I’m blest if that ain’t him.” At length, wery bald in his mane and tail, This British Lion growed: He pined, and declined, and he satisfied The last debt which he owed. And when they came to examine the skin, It was a wonder sore, To find that the an-i-mal within Was nothing but a BOAR! Right toor rol, loor rol, fee faw fum, The British Lion bold! That was always a-going for to do great things, And was always being "sold"!	18460124	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/The_British_Lion/1846-01-24-Daily_News_The_British_Lion.pdf
5	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/5	'The Blacksmith'	Published in <em>All The Year Round </em>(30 April 1859).	Dickens, Charles	<em>Dickens Journals Online, </em><a href="https://www.djo.org.uk/all-the-year-round/volume-i/page-20.html" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.djo.org.uk/all-the-year-round/volume-i/page-20.html</a>; attr. Shepherd, <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Plays_and_Poems_of_Charles_Dickens/3FPOAAAAMAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=shephard+plays+and+poems+the+blacksmith+dickens&pg=PA232&printsec=frontcover" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><em>Plays and Poems</em></a> (1885), p.232.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1859-04-30">1859-04-30</a>		<span>Scanned material from <em>Dickens Journals Online</em>, </span><a href="http://www.djo.org.uk" id="LPNoLPOWALinkPreview" contenteditable="false" title="http://www.djo.org.uk">www.djo.org.uk</a>. A<span>vailable under CC BY licence.</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>	1859-04-30_All_The_Year_Round_The_Blacksmith		Dickens, Charles. 'The Blacksmith.' <em>All the Year Round</em> (30 April 1859): p. 20. <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1859-04-30_All_The_Year_Round_The_Blacksmith">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1859-04-30_All_The_Year_Round_The_Blacksmith</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1859-04-30_All_The_Year_Round_The_Blacksmith.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'The Blacksmith.' <em>All the Year Round </em>(30 April 1859): p. 20.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Periodical">Periodical</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=All+the+Year+Round">All the Year Round</a>		OLD England, she has great warriors, Great princes, and poets great; But the Blacksmith is not to be quite forgot, In the history of the State. He is rich in the best of all metals, Yet silver he lacks and gold; And he payeth his due, and his heart is true, Though he bloweth both hot and cold. The boldest is he of incendiaries That ever the wide world saw, And a forger as rank as e’er robbed the Bank, Though he never doth break the law. He hath shoes that are worn by strangers, Yet he laugheth and maketh more; And a share (concealed) in the poor man’s field, Yet it adds to the poor man’s store. Then, hurrah for the iron Blacksmith! And hurrah for his iron crew! And whenever we go where his forges glow, We’ll sing what A MAN can do.	18590430	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/The_Blacksmith/1859-04-30_The_Blacksmith.pdf
6	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/6	'A Word in Season'	Published in <em>The Keepsake</em> (1844).	Dickens, Charles			<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1844">1844</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>	1844_The_Keepsake_A_Word_In_Season		Dickens, Charles. 'A Word in Season.' <em>The Keepsake</em> (1844). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1844_The_Keepsake_A_Word_In_Season">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1844_The_Keepsake_A_Word_In_Season</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1844_The_Keepsake_A_Word_In_Season.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'A Word in Season.' <em>The Keepsake </em>(1844).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Periodical">Periodical</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Keepsake%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Keepsake</em></a>		They have a superstition in the East, That ALLAH, written on a piece of paper, Is better unction than can come of priest, Of rolling incense, and of lighted taper; Holding, that any scrap which bears that name, In any characters, its front imprest on, Shall help the finder through the purging flame, And give his toasted feet a place to rest on. Accordingly, they make a mighty fuss, With ev’ry wretched tract and fierce oration, And hoard the leaves – for they are not, like us, A highly civilized and thinking nation: And, always stooping in the miry ways, To look for matter of this earthy leaven, They seldom, in their dust-exploring days, Have any leisure to look up to Heaven. So have I known a country on the earth, Where darkness sat upon the living waters, And brutal ignorance, and toil, and dearth Were the hard portion of its sons and daughters: And yet, where they who should have ope’d the door Of charity and light, for all men’s finding, Squabbled for words upon the altar-floor, And rent the Book, in struggles for the binding. The gentlest man among these pious Turks, God’s living image ruthlessly defaces; Their best high-churchman, with no faith in works, Bowstrings the Virtues in the market-places: The Christian Pariah, whom both sects curse (They curse all other men, and curse each other), Walks thro’ the world, not very much the worse – Does all the good he can, and loves his brother.	18440101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/A_Word_in_Season/1844_A_Word_in_Season.pdf
7	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/7	'Song of the Month. No. VIII.'	Published in <em>Bentley's Miscellany</em> (1 August 1837).	Dickens, Charles	<em>HathiTrust</em>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1837-08-01">1837-08-01</a>		<em>HathiTrust</em>, <a href="https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=njp.32101055306201&view=1up&seq=133&q1=August" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=njp.32101055306201&view=1up&seq=133&q1=August</a>. Public Domain, Google-digitized.		<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>	1837-08-01_Bentleys_Miscellany_Song_of_the_Month_NoVIII		Dickens, Charles. 'Song of the Month. No. VIII.' Bentley's Miscellany (1 August <span>1837</span>): p. 109. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-08-01_Bentleys_Miscellany_Song_of_the_Month_NoVIII">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-08-01_Bentleys_Miscellany_Song_of_the_Month_NoVIII</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1837-08-01_Bentleys_Miscellany_Song_of_the_Month_NoVIII.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Song of the Month. No. VIII.' <em>Bentley's Miscellany </em>(1 August 1837): p. 109.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Periodical">Periodical</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Bentley%27s+Miscellany">Bentley's Miscellany</a>		Of all the months in the twelve that fly So lightly on, and noiselessly by, There is not one who can show so fair As this, with its soft and balmy air. The light graceful corn waves to and fro, Tinging the earth with its richest glow; The forest trees in their state and might Proclaim that Summer is at his height. Of all the months in the twelve that speed So quickly by, with so little heed From man, of the years that swiftly pass As an infant’s breath from a polished glass, There is not one whose fading away Bears such a lesson to mortal clay, Warning us sternly, when in our prime, To look for the withering winter time. I stood by a young girl’s grave last night, Beautiful, innocent, pure, and bright, Who, in the bloom of her summer’s pride, And all its loveliness, drooped and died. Since the sweetest flow’rs are soonest dust, As truest metal is quick to rust, Look for a change in that time of year, When Nature’s works at their best appear.	18370801	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Song_of_the_Month._No._VIII./1837-08-01_Song_of_the_Month_No_VIII.jpg
8	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/8	'The Grateful Impromptu'	From the autograph album of Christiana Weller (March 1844).	Dickens, Charles	<em><span>The Charles Dickens Museum</span></em>, <a href="http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-a378" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-a378</a>.; <em>British Library Newspapers</em>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1844-03">1844-03</a>		<em>British Library Newspapers,</em> <a href="https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0000035/18990605/064/0002" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0000035/18990605/064/0002</a>. Some rights reserved. This work permits non-commercial use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited.		<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>	1844-03_Christiana_Thompson_The_Grateful_Impromptu		Dickens, Charles. 'The Grateful Impromptu.' <span>Autograph Album of Christiana Weller (March 1844).</span> <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1844-03_Christiana_Thompson_The_Grateful_Impromptu">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1844-03_Christiana_Thompson_The_Grateful_Impromptu</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1844-03_Christiana_Thompson_The_Grateful_Impromptu.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'The Grateful Impromptu' (March 1844).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Autograph+Album">Autograph Album</a>			I put in a book once, by hook or by crook, The whole race (as I thought) of a "feller", Who happily pleased the town's taste (much diseased), – And the name of this person was Weller. I find to my cost that one Weller I lost, Cruel Destiny so to arrange it! I love her dear name which has won me some fame, But great Heaven how gladly I'd change it!	18440301	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/The_Grateful_Impromptu/1845-10-21_before_i_put_in_a_book.jpg
9	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/9	'The Hymn of the Wiltshire Labourers'	Published in the <em>Daily News </em>(14 February 1846).	Dickens, Charles	<em>British Library Newspapers</em>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1846-02-14">1846-02-14</a>		<em>British Library Newspapers,</em> <a href="https://link.gale.com/apps/doc/BA3202823099/BNCN?u=loughuni&sid=BNCN&xid=c30600e4" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://link.gale.com/apps/doc/BA3202823099/BNCN?u=loughuni&sid=BNCN&xid=c30600e4</a>. Some rights reserved. This work permits non-commercial use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited.		<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>	1846-02-14_Daily_News_The_Hymn_of_the_Wiltshire_Labourers		Dickens, Charles. 'The Hymn of the Wiltshire Labourers.' <em>Daily News</em> (14 February 1846): p. 5. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1846-02-14_Daily_News_The_Hymn_of_the_Wiltshire_Labourers">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1846-02-14_Daily_News_The_Hymn_of_the_Wiltshire_Labourers</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1846-02-14_Daily_News_The_Hymn_of_the_Wiltshire_Labourers.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'The Hymn of the Wiltshire Labourers.' <em>Daily News</em> (14 February 1846): p. 5.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Newspaper">Newspaper</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Daily+News">Daily News</a>		"Don't you all think that we have a great need to Cry to our God to put it in the hearst of our greacious Queen and her Members of Parlerment to grant us free bread." - LUCY SIMPKINS, AT BREMHILL. “Oh GOD, who by thy Prophet’s hand Didst smite the rocky brake, Whence water came, at thy command, They people’s thirst to slake; Strike, now, upon this granite wall, Stern, obdurate, and high; And let some drops of pity fall For us who starve and die! The GOD, who took a little child, And set him in the midst, And promised him His mercy mild, As, by Thy Son, Thou didst: Look down upon our children dear, So gaunt, so cold, so spare, And let their images appear, Where Lords and Genry are! Oh GOD, teach them to feel how we, When our poor infants droop, Are weakened in our trust in Thee, And how our spirits stoop; For, in thy rest, so bright and fair, All tears and sorrows sleep: And their young looks, so full of care, Would make Thine Angels weep! The GOD, who with His finger drew The Judgment coming on, Write, for these men, what must ensure, Ere many years be gone! Oh GOD whose bow is in the sky, Let them not brave and dare, Until they look (too late) on high, And see An Arrow there! Oh GOD remind them! In the bread They break upon the knee, Those sacred words may yet be read, “In memory of Me”! Oh GOD remind them! of His sweet Compassion for the poor, And how He gave them Bread to eat, And went from door to door! CHARLES DICKENS	18460214	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/The_Hymn_of_the_Wiltshire_Labourers/1846-02-14_Daily_News_The_Hymn_of_the_Wiltshire_Labourers.jpeg
10	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/10	'Now if I don't make the completest mistake'	From the autograph album of Mrs. S. C. Hall (after 1836).	Dickens, Charles	<em>Autograph Album of Mrs. S. C. Hall</em>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836%2C+after">1836, after</a>		Held at The New York Public Library's Archives & Manuscripts, <a href="http://archives.nypl.org/brg/19176#c218463" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://archives.nypl.org/brg/19176#c218463</a>. Quoted in Hall, S.C. and Mrs. S.C. Hall. ‘Memories of the Authors of the Age’. Art-Journal, vol.5, 1 January 1866, pp. 21-24; p. 22 and Hotten, John Camden. <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/_/uDUz2Uu8KxYC?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=completest%20mistake" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><em>Charles Dickens, the Story of his Life</em></a> (John Camden Hotten, 1870), pp. 280-281.		<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>	1836-after-Now_if_I_dont_make_the_completest_mistake		Dickens, Charles. 'Now if I don't make the completest mistake.' For Mrs. S.C. Hall (written after 1836): <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-after-Now_if_I_dont_make_the_completest_mistake">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-after-Now_if_I_dont_make_the_completest_mistake</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836-after-Now_if_I_dont_make_the_completest_mistake.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Now if I don't make the completest mistake.' Autograph Album of Mrs. S. C. Hall (after 1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Autograph+Album">Autograph Album</a>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Boz">Boz</a>	Now, if I don't make The completest mistake That ever put man in a rage, This bird of two weathers Has moulted his feathers, And left them in some other cage.	18370101
11	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/11	'To Ariel'	From the autograph album of Priscilla Horton (26 October 1838).	Dickens, Charles	Autograph Album of Priscilla Horton, <a href="https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/item/31683" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/item/31683</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1838-10-26">1838-10-26</a>		<span>Courtesy of the Free Library of Philadelphia, Rare Book Department.<br /></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>	1838-10-26-Priscilla_Horton_To_Ariel		Dickens, Charles. 'To Ariel.' Autograph Album of Priscilla Horton (26 October 1838). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1838-10-26-Priscilla_Horton_To_Ariel">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1838-10-26-Priscilla_Horton_To_Ariel</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1838-10-26_Priscilla_Horton_To_Ariel.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'To Ariel.' Autograph Album of Priscilla Horton (26 October 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=Autograph+Album">Autograph Album</a>			Some saints there are who roar and cry, and rave and scream and bawl, To force some Spirit housed on high To bless them with a call; But though they sue on bended knee That Spirit’s deaf and dumb. – oh Spirit if you called on me, How very soon I’d come!	18381026	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/To_Ariel/1838-10-26-To_Ariel.pdf
12	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/12	'Prologue'	Published in the <em>Morning Advertiser</em> (12 December 1842).	Dickens, Charles	<em>British Newspapers Archive</em>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1842-12-12">1842-12-12</a>		<em>British Newspapers Archive,</em> <a href="https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0001427/18421212/018/0003" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/viewer/bl/0001427/18421212/018/0003</a>. Some rights reserved. This work permits non-commercial use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited.	Prologue to John Westland Marston's <em>The Patrician's Daughter</em> (1842)	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Prologue">Prologue</a>	1842-12-12_Morning_Advertiser_The_Patricians_Daughter_Prologue		Dickens, Charles. 'Prologue.' <em>The Patrician's Daughter </em>(1842) by John Westland Marston. <em>The Morning Advertiser </em>(12 December 1842): p.3. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1842-12-12_Morning_Advertiser_Prologue_The_Patricians_Daughter">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1842-12-12_Morning_Advertiser_Prologue_The_Patricians_Daughter</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1842-12-12_Morning_Advertiser_The_Patricians_Daughter_Prologue.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Prologue.' <em>Morning Advertiser</em> (12 December 1842).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Newspaper">Newspaper</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Morning+Advertiser">Morning Advertiser</a>		No tale of streaming plumes and harness bright Dwells on the poet’s maiden harp to-night; No trumpet’s clamour and no battle’s fire Breathes in the trembling accents of his lyre; Enough for him, if in his boldest word The beating heart of MAN be dimly heard. Its solemn music which, like strains that sigh Through charmèd gardens, all who hearing die; Its solemn music he does not pursue To distant ages out of human view; Nor listen to its wild and mournful chime In the dead caverns on the shore of time; But musing with a calm and steady gaze Before the crackling flames of living days, He hears it whisper through the busy roar Of what shall be and what has been before. Awake the Present! Shall no scene display The tragic passion of the passing day? Is it with Man, as with some meaner things, That out of death his single purpose springs? Can his eventful life no moral teach Until he be, for aye, beyond its reach? Obscurely shall he suffer, act, and fade, Dubb’d noble only by the sexton’s spade? Awake the Present! Though the steel-clad age Find life along within its storied page, Iron is worn, at heart by many still – The tyrant Custom binds the serf-like will; If the sharp rack, and screw, and chain be gone, These later days have tortures of their own; The guiltless writhe, while Guilt is stretch’d in sleep, And Virtues lies, too often, dungeon deep. Awake the Present! what the Past has sown Be in its harvest garner’d, reap’d, and grown! How pride breeds pride, and wrong engenders wrong, Read in the volume Truth has held so long, Assured that where life’s flowers freshest blow, The sharpest thorns and keenest briars grow, How social usage has the pow’r to change Good thoughts to evil; in its highest range To cramp the noble soul, and turn to ruth The kindling impulse of our glorious youth, Crushing the spirit in its house of clay, Learn from the lessons of the present day. Not light its import and not poor its mien; Yourselves the actors, and your homes the scene.	18421212	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Prologue/The_Patrician.png
13	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/13	'Prologue'	Prologue to <em>The Lighthouse</em> (May 1855), co-author Wilkie Collins.	Dickens, Charles	"Miscellaneous Papers." Volume 2. <em>The Works of Charles Dickens</em>. Volume 20 (1911). London: Chapman and Hall; 483-484, <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Works_of_Charles_Dickens/91s4AAAAIAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=dickens+prologue+the+lighthouse&pg=PA483&printsec=frontcover" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Works_of_Charles_Dickens/91s4AAAAIAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=dickens+prologue+the+lighthouse&pg=PA483&printsec=frontcover</a>.	Chapman and Hall	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1855-05">1855-05</a>				<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Prologue">Prologue</a>	1855-05_The_Lighthouse_Prologue		Dickens, Charles. 'Prologue' to <em>The Lighthouse</em> (May 1855), co-author Wilkie Collins. Printed in Volume 20 of <em>The Works of Charles Dickens</em> (1911). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1855-05_The_Lighthouse_Prologue">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1855-05_The_Lighthouse_Prologue</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1855-05_The_Lighthouse_Prologue.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Prologue.' <em>The Lighthouse </em>(May 1855).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Lighthouse">The Lighthouse</a>		(Slow music all the time; unseen speaker; curtain down.) A story of those rock where doom’d ships come To cast them wreck’d upon the steps of home, Where solitary men, the long year through – The wind their music and the brine their view – Warn mariners to shun the beacon-light; A story of those rocks is here to-night. Eddystone Lighthouse! (Exterior view discovered.) In its ancient form, Ere he would built it wish’d for the great storm That shiver’d it to nothing, once again Behold outgleaming on the angry main! Within it are three men; to these repair In our frail bark of Fancy, swift as air! They are but shadows, as the rower grim Took none by shadows in his boat with him. So be ye shades, and, for a little space, The real world a dream without a trace. Return is easy. It will have ye back Too soon to the old beaten dusty track; For but one hour forget it. Billows, rise; Blow winds, fall rain, be black, ye midnight skies; And you who watch the light, arise! arise! (Exterior view rises and discovers the scene.)	18550501	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Prologue/Prologue_Lighthouse.png
14	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/14	'The Song of the Wreck'	From <em>The Lighthouse</em> (May 1855), co-author Wilkie Collins.	Dickens, Charles	"Miscellaneous Papers." Volume 2. <em>The Works of Charles Dickens.</em> Volume 20 (1911). London: Chapman and Hall; 484-485, <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Works_of_Charles_Dickens/91s4AAAAIAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=The%20song%20of%20the%20wreck" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Works_of_Charles_Dickens/91s4AAAAIAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=The%20song%20of%20the%20wreck</a>.	Chapman and Hall	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1855-05">1855-05</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>	1855-05_The_Lighthouse_The_Song_of_the_Wreck		Dickens, Charles. 'The Song of the Wreck' from <em>The Lighthouse</em> (May 1855), co-author Wilkie Collins. Printed in Volume 20 of <em>The Works of Charles Dickens</em> (1911). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1855-05_The_Lighthouse_The_Song_of_the_Wreck">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1855-05_The_Lighthouse_The_Song_of_the_Wreck</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1855-05_The_Lighthouse_The_Song_of_the_Wreck.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'The Song of the Wreck.' <em>The Lighthouse </em>(May 1855).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Lighthouse">The Lighthouse</a>		The wind blew high, the waters raved, A ship drove on the land, A hundred human creatures saved Kneel’d down upon the sand. Three-score were drown’d, three-score were thrown Upon the black rocks wild, And thus among them, left alone, They found one helpless child. A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred, Stood out from all the rest, And gently laid the lonely head Upon his honest breast. And travelling o’er the desert wide It was a solemn joy, To see them, ever side by side, The sailor and the boy. In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst, The two were still but one, Until the strong man droop’d the first And felt his labours done. Then to a trusty friend he spake, ‘Across the desert wide, O take this poor boy for my sake!’ And kiss’d the child and died. Toiling along in weary plight Through heavy jungle, mire, These two came later every night To warm them at the fire. Until the captain said one day, ‘O seaman good and kind, To save thyself now come away, And leave the boy behind!’ The child was slumbering near the blaze: ‘O captain, let him rest Until it sinks, when God’s own ways Shall teach us what is best!” They watch’d the whiten’d ashy heap, They touch’d the child in vain; They did not leave him there asleep, He never woke again.	18550501	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/The_Song_of_the_Wreck/Song_of_the_Wreck_The_Lighthouse.png
15	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/15	'Prologue'	Prologue to <em>The Frozen Deep</em> (1856), co-author Wilkie Collins.	Dickens, Charles	Volume 20 of <em>The Works of Charles Dickens</em> (1911). London: Chapman and Hall; pp. 486-487, <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Works_of_Charles_Dickens/91s4AAAAIAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=The%20frozen%20deep" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Works_of_Charles_Dickens/91s4AAAAIAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=The%20frozen%20deep</a>.	Chapman and Hall	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1856">1856</a>				<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Prologue">Prologue</a>	1856_The_Frozen_Deep_Prologue		Dickens, Charles. 'Prologue' to <em>The Frozen Deep</em> (1856), co-author Wilkie Collins. Printed in Volume 20 of <em>The Works of Charles Dickens</em> (1911). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1856_The_Frozen_Deep_Prologue">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1856_The_Frozen_Deep_Prologue</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1856_The_Frozen_Deep_Prologue.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Prologue.' <em>The Frozen Deep </em>(1856).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Frozen+Deep">The Frozen Deep</a>		(Curtain rises; mists and darkness’ soft music throughout.) One savage footprint on the lonely shore Where one man listen’d to the surge’s roar, Not all the winds that stir the mighty sea Can ever ruffle in the memory. If such its interest and thrall, O then Pause on the footprints of heroic men, Making a garden of the desert wide Where Parry conquer’d death and Franklin died. To that white region where the Lost lie low, Wrapt in their mantles of eternal snow, - Unvisited by change, nothing to mock Those statues sculptured in the icy rock, We pray your company; that hearts as true (Though nothings of the air) may live for you; Nor only yet that on our little glass A faint reflection of those wilds may pass, But that the secrets of the vast Profound Within us, an exploring hand may sound, Testing the region of the ice-bound soul, Seeking the passage at its northern pole, Softening the horrors of its wintry sleep, Melting the surface of that ‘Frozen Deep.’ Vanish, ye mists! But ere this gloom departs, And to the union of three sister arts We give a winter evening, good to know That in the charms of such another show, That in the fiction of a friendly play, The Arctic sailors, too, put gloom away, Forgot their long night, saw no starry dome, Hail’d the warm sun, and were again at Home. Vanish, ye mists! Not yet do we repair To the still country of the piercing air; But seek, before the cross the troubled seas, An English hearth and Devon’s waving trees.	18560101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Prologue/Prologue_The_Frozen_Deep.png
16	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/16	'A Child's Hymn'	Published in <em>Household Words </em>vol. XIV (6 December 1856).	Charles, Dickens	<em>Household Words </em>Volume XIV (6 December 1856): p. 21.; <em>Dickens Journals Online</em>, <a href="https://www.djo.org.uk/household-words/volume-xiv/page-593.html" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.djo.org.uk/household-words/volume-xiv/page-593.html</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1856-12-06">1856-12-06</a>		<span>Scanned material from <em>Dickens Journals Online</em>, </span><a href="http://www.djo.org.uk" id="LPNoLPOWALinkPreview" contenteditable="false" title="http://www.djo.org.uk">www.djo.org.uk</a>. A<span>vailable under CC BY licence.</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>	1856-12-06_Household_Words_A_Childs_Hymn		Dickens, Charles. 'A Child's Hymn' from <em>The Wreck of the Golden Mary</em> (6 December 1856), <em>Household Words</em>, Volume XIV, p. 21. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1856-12-06_Household_Words_A_Childs_Hymn">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1856-12-06_Household_Words_A_Childs_Hymn</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1856-12-06_Household_Words_A_Childs_Hymn.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'A Child's Hymn.' <em>Household Words </em>vol. XIV (6 December 1856): p. 593.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Periodical">Periodical</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EHousehold+Words%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>Household Words</em></a>		Hear my prayer, O! Heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep; Bid thy Angels, pure and holy, Round my bed their vigil keep. My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy Far outweighs them every one; Down before Thy Cross I cast them, Trusting in Thy help alone. Keep me through this night of peril Underneath its boundless shade; Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee, When my pilgrimage is made. None shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought; None shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy Holy Son has bought. Pardon all my past transgressions, Give me strength for days to come; Guide and guard me with Thy blessing Till Thy Angels bid me home.	18561206	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/A_Child_s_Hymn/1856-12-06_Household_Words_A_Childs_Hymn.pdf
17	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/17	'The Ivy Green'	From <em>The Pickwick Papers, </em>ch. 6, number 3 (May 1836).	Dickens, Charles	<em>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, </em>Chapter 6. Number 3 (May 1836), p. 55. <em>UVic Libraries,</em> <a href="https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/generic_works/d9b13cdd-9d78-4f71-947e-5ad5fb7d50e4?">https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/generic_works/d9b13cdd-9d78-4f71-947e-5ad5fb7d50e4?</a>.	Chapman and Hall	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836-05">1836-05</a>		<em><em>UVic Libraries, </em></em>Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial, <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/</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>	1836-05_Pickwick_Papers_The_Ivy_Green		Dickens, Charles. 'The Ivy Green' from <em>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.</em> Issue 3, Chapter 6 (May 1836), p. 55. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-05_Pickwick_Papers_The_Ivy_Green">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-05_Pickwick_Papers_The_Ivy_Green</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836-05_Pickwick_Papers_The_Ivy_Green.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'The Ivy Green.' </span><em>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.</em><span> Issue 3, Chapter 6 (May 1836): p. 55.</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=Serial">Serial</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Pickwick+Papers">The Pickwick Papers</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Boz">Boz</a>	Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o’er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim: And the mouldering dust that years have made Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he twineth, how tight he clings, To his friend the huge Oak Tree! And slily he traileth along the ground, And his leaves he gently waves, As he joyously hugs and crawleth round The rich mould of dead men’s graves. Creeping where grim death hath been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Whole ages have fled and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and hearty green. The brave old plant, in its lonely days, Shall fatten upon the past: For the stateliest building man can raise Is the Ivy’s food at last. Creeping on, where time has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.	18360501	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/The_Ivy_Green/1836-05_Pickwick_Papers_The_Ivy_Green.pdf
18	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/18	'A Christmas Carol'	From <em>The Pickwick Papers, </em>ch. 28, no. 10 (December 1836).	Dickens, Charles	<em>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, </em>Chapter 28. Number 10 (December 1836), pp. 297-298. <em>UVic Libraries, </em><a href="https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/generic_works/003c9690-060f-4e1a-bc46-712154b6a510?">https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/generic_works/003c9690-060f-4e1a-bc46-712154b6a510?</a>.	Chapman and Hall	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836-12">1836-12</a>		<p class="p1"><i>UVic Libraries, </i>Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial, <span class="s1"><a href="https://creativecommons.org/lice%20nses/by-nc/4.0/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://creativecommons.org/lice nses/by-nc/4.0/</a><span class="Apple-converted-space">.</span></span></p>		<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>	1836-12_Pickwick_Papers_A_Christmas_Carol		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'A Christmas Carol' from <i>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club. </i>Issue 10, Chapter 28 (December 1836): pp. 297-298. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-12_Pickwick_Papers_A_Christmas_Carol">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-12_Pickwick_Papers_A_Christmas_Carol</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836-12_Pickwick_Papers_A_Christmas_Carol.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'A Christmas Carol.' <em>The Pickwick Papers</em>. Issue 10, ch. 28 (December 1836): p. 298.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Serial">Serial</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Pickwick+Papers%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Pickwick Papers</em></a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=BOZ">BOZ</a>	I care not for Spring; on his fickle wing, Let the blossoms and buds be borne: He wooes them amain with his treacherous rain, And he scatters them ere the morn. An inconstant elf, he knows not himself, Nor his own changing mind an hour, He’ll smile in your face, and, with wry grimace, He’ll wither your youngest flower. Let the Summer sun to his bright home run, He shall never be sought by me; When he’s dimmed by a cloud I can laugh aloud, And care not how sulky he be! For his darling child is the madness wild That sports in fierce fever’s train; And when love is too strong, it don’t last long, As many have found to their pain. A mild harvest night, by the tranquil light Of the modest and gentle moon, Has a far sweeter sheen, for me, I ween, Than the broad and unblushing noon. But every leaf awakens my grief, As it lieth beneath the tree; So let Autumn air be never so far, It by no means agrees with me. But my song I troll out, for CHRISTMAS stout, The heart, the true, and the bold; A bumper I drain, and with might and main Give three cheers for this Christmas old! We’ll usher him in with a merry din That shall gladden his joyous heart, And we’ll keep him up, while there’s bite or sup, And in fellowship good, we’ll part. In his fine honest pride, he scorns to hide One jot of his hard-weather scars; They’re no disgrace, for there’s much the same trace On the cheeks of our bravest tars. Then again I sing till the roof doth ring, And it echoes from wall to wall – To the stout old wight, fair welcome to-night, As the King of the Seasons all!	18361201	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/A_Christmas_Carol/1836-12_Pickwick_Papers_A_Christmas_Carol.pdf
19	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/19	'Gabriel Grub's Song'	From <em>The Pickwick Papers </em>issue 10, ch. 29 (December 1836).	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club. </i>Issue 10, Chapter 29 (December 1836), p. 300. <i>UVic Libraries,</i><a href="https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/file_sets/bf08b770-6776-47b5-be67-433295ac4b4a?locale=en" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/file_sets/bf08b770-6776-47b5-be67-433295ac4b4a?locale=en</span></a>.</p>	Chapman and Hall	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836-12">1836-12</a>		<p class="p1"><i>UVic Libraries, </i>Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial, <span class="s1"><a href="https://creativecommons.org/lice%20nses/by-nc/4.0/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://creativecommons.org/lice nses/by-nc/4.0/</a><span class="Apple-converted-space">.</span></span></p>		<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>	1836-12-Pickwick_Papers_Gabriel_Grubs_Song		Dickens, Charles. 'The Ivy Green' from The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club. Issue 10, Chapter 29 (December 1836), p. 300. <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-12-Pickwick_Papers_Gabriel_Grubs_Song">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-12-Pickwick_Papers_Gabriel_Grubs_Song</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836-12_Pickwick_Papers_Gabriel_Grubs_Song.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Gabriel Grub's Song.' <em>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club</em>. Issue 10, Chapter 29 (December 1836): p. 300.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Serial">Serial</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Pickwick+Papers">The Pickwick Papers</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Boz">Boz</a>	Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one, A few feet of cold earth, when life is done; A stone at the head, a stone at the feet, A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat; Rank grass over head, and damp clay around, Brave lodgings for one, these, in holy ground!	18361201	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Gabriel_Grub_s_Song/1836-12-Pickwick_Papers_Gabriel_Grubs_Song.pdf
20	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/20	'Ode to an Expiring Frog'	From <em>The Pickwick Papers </em>issue 6, ch. 15 (August 1836).	Dickens, Charles	<em>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, </em>Chapter 15, Number 6 (August 1836), p.148. <em>UVic Libraries, </em><a href="https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/file_sets/070f8b17-ceef-4687-9ce5-e81bb81c1ac3?locale=en" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/file_sets/070f8b17-ceef-4687-9ce5-e81bb81c1ac3?locale=en</a>.	Chapman and Hall	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836-08">1836-08</a>		<p class="p1"><i>UVic Libraries, </i>Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial, <a href="https://creativecommons.org/lice%20nses/by-nc/4.0/ " target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span class="s1">https://creativecommons.org/lice nses/by-nc/4.0/</span></a>.</p>		<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>	1836-08-Pickwick_Papers_Ode_to_an_Expiring_Frog		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Ode to an Expiring Frog' from <i>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club. </i>Issue 6, Chapter 15 (August 1836), p. 148. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-08-Pickwick_Papers_Ode_to_an_Expiring_Frog">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-08-Pickwick_Papers_Ode_to_an_Expiring_Frog</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836-08_Pickwick_Papers_Ode_to_an_Expiring_Frog.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Ode to an Expiring Frog. <em>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.</em> Issue 6, Chapter 15 (August 1836): p. 148.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Serial">Serial</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Pickwick+Papers%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Pickwick Papers</em></a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Boz">Boz</a>	Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing? Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log, Expiring frog? Say, have fiends in shape of boys, With wild halloo and brutal noise, Hunted thee from marshy joys, With a dog, Expiring frog?	18360801	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Ode_to_an_Expiring_Frog/1836-08-Pickwick_Papers_Ode_to_an_Expiring_Frog.pdf
21	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/21	'Romance'	From <em>The Pickwick Papers,</em> Chapter 43, Number 15 (June 1837).	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club. </i>Issue 15, Chapter 43 (June 1837), p. 464. <i>UVic Libraries, </i><a href="https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/file_sets/93a0e9d2-e383-4c75-88eb-a6cdb9d29cac?locale=en" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://vault.library.uvic.ca/concern/file_sets/93a0e9d2-e383-4c75-88eb-a6cdb9d29cac?locale=en</a>.</p>	Chapman and Hall	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1837-06">1837-06</a>		<p class="p1"><i>UVic Libraries, </i>Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial, <span class="s1"><a href="https://creativecommons.org/lice%20nses/by-nc/4.0/ " target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://creativecommons.org/lice nses/by-nc/4.0/</a><span class="Apple-converted-space">.</span></span></p>		<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>	1837-06-Pickwick_Papers_Romance		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Romance' from <i>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club. </i>Chapter 43, Number 15 (June 1837), p. 464. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-06-Pickwick_Papers_Romance">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-06-Pickwick_Papers_Romance</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1837-06_Pickwick_Papers_Romance.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Romance.' <em>The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club</em>. Issue 15, Chapter 43 (June 1837): p. 464.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Serial">Serial</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Pickwick+Papers%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Pickwick Papers</em></a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=BOZ">BOZ</a>	Bold Turpin vunce, on Hounslow Heath, His bold mare Bess bestrode – er; Ven there he see’d the Bishop’s coach A-comin’ along the road – er. So he gallops close to the ‘orse’s legs, And he claps his head vithin; And the Bishop says, "Sure as eggs is eggs, This here’s the bold Turpin!” (CHORUS.) And the Bishop says, "Sure as eggs is eggs, This here’s the bold Turpin!" Says Turpin, "You shall eat your words, With a sarse of leaden bul’let;" So he puts a pistol to his mouth, And he fires it down his gul-let. The coachman, he not likin’ the job, Set off at a full gal-lop, But Dick put a couple of balls in his nob, And perwailed on him to stop. (CHORUS sarcastically.) But Dick put a couple of balls in his nob, And perwailed on him to stop.	18370601	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Romance/1837-06-Pickwick_Papers_Romance.pdf
22	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/22	'Round'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, p.3.	Dickens, Charles	<em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836). London: John Dicks.; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Round		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Round.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p. 3. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Round">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Round</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Round.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Round.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836): p. 3.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em></a>		Hail to the merry Autumn days, when yellow corn-fields shine, Far brighter than the costly cup, that holds the monarch’s wine! Hail to the merry harvest time, the gayest of the year, The time of rich and bounteous crops, rejoicing, and good cheer! ‘Tis pleasant on a fine Spring morn, to see the buds expand, ‘Tis pleasant in the Summer time, to view the teeming land; ‘Tis pleasant on a Winter’s night, to crouch around the blaze, But what are joys like these, my boys, to Autumn’s merry days! Then hail to merry Autumn days, when yellow corn-fields shine, Far brighter than the costly cup that holds the monarch’s wine! And hail to merry harvest time, the gayest of the year, The time of rich and bounteous crops, rejoicing, and good cheer!	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Round/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Round.pdf
23	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/23	'Lucy's Song (I)'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, p.5.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongI		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Lucy's Song (I).' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p. 5. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongI">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongI</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongI.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Lucy's Song (I).' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		Love is not a feeling to pass away, Like the balmy breath of a summer day; It is not – it cannot be – laid aside; It is not a thing to forget or hide. It clings to the heart, ah, woe is me! As the ivy clings to the old oak tree. Love is not a passion of earthly mould, As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold: For when all these wishes have died away, The deep strong love of a brighter day, Though nourished in secret, consumes the more, As the slow rust eats to the iron’s core.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Lucy_s_Song_[I]/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongI.pdf
24	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/24	'Squire Norton's Song (I)'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks, p.5.</p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongI		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Squire Norton's Song (I).' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p. 5. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongI">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongI</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongI.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Squire Norton's Song (I).' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		That very wise head, old Æsop, said, The bow should be sometimes loose; Keep it tight for ever, the string you sever: – Let’s turn his old moral to use. The world forget, and let us yet, The glass our spirits buoying, Revel to-night, in those moments bright, Which make life worth enjoying. The cares of the day, old moralists say, Are quite enough to perplex one; Then drive to-day’s sorrow away till to-morrow, And then put it off till the next one. Chorus – The cares of the day, &c. Some plodding old crones, the heartless drones! Appeal to my cool reflection, And ask me whether, such nights can ever Charm sober recollection. Yes, yes! I cry, I’ll grieve and die, When those I love forsake me; But while friends so dear, surround me here, Let care, if he can, o’ertake me. Chorus – The cares of the day, &c.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Squire_Norton_s_Song_[I]/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongI.pdf
25	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/25	'George Edmunds' Song'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, pp. 5-6.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>	Hullah, John. 'Autumn Leaves.' V&A, <a href="http://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O1286490/autumn-leaves-sheet-music-dickens-charles/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O1286490/autumn-leaves-sheet-music-dickens-charles/</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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_George_Edmunds_Song	'A Song; to be said or sung about the end of October'	<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'George Edmunds' Song'. <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): pp. 5-6. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_George_Edmunds_Song">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_George_Edmunds_Song</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_George_Edmonds_Song.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'George Edmunds' Song.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here; Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear! How like the hopes of childhood’s day, Thick clust’ring on the bough! How like those hopes in their decay – How faded are they now! Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here; Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear! Wither’d leaves, wither’d leaves, that fly before the gale; Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale, Of love once true, and friends once kind, And happy moments fled: Dispersed by every breath of wind, Forgotten, changed, or dead! Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here; Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/George_Edmunds_Song/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_George_Edmunds_Song.pdf
26	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/26	'Rose's Song'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, p.6.	Dickens, Charles	<i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Roses_Song		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Rose's Song.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p.6. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Roses_Song">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Roses_Song</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Roses_Song.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Rose's Song.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em></a>		Some folks who have grown old and sour, Say love does nothing but annoy. The fact is, they have had their hour, So envy what they can’t enjoy. I like the glance – I like the sigh – That does of ardent passion tell! If some folks were as young as I, I’m sure they’d like it quite as well. Old maiden aunts so hate the men, So well know how wives are harried, It makes them sad – not jealous – when They see their poor dear nieces married. All men are fair and false, they know, And with deep sighs they assail ‘em, It’s so long since they tried men, though, I rather think their mem’ries fail ‘em.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Rose_s_Song/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Roses_Song.pdf
27	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/27	'Duet: Rose and Sparkins Flam'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Rose_and_Sparkins_Flam		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Duet: Rose and Sparkins Flam.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p.7. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Rose_and_Sparkins_Flam">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Rose_and_Sparkins_Flam</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Rose_and_Sparkins_Flam.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Duet: Rose and Sparkins Flam.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em></a>		Flam. ‘Tis true I’m caressed by the witty, The envy of all the fine beaux, The pet of the court and the city, But still, I’m the lover of Rose. Rose. Country sweethearts, oh, how I despise! And oh! How delighted I am To think that I shine in the eyes Of the elegant – sweet – Mr. Flam. Flam. Allow me. (Offers to kiss her) Rose. Pray don’t be so bold, sir (Kisses her.) Flam. What sweets on that honied lip hang! Rose. Your presumption, I know, I should scold, sir, But I really can’t scold Mr. Flam. Both. Then let us be happy together, Content with the world as it goes, An unchangeable couple for ever, Mr. Flam and his beautiful Rose.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Duet_Rose_and_Sparkins_Flam/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Rose_and_Sparkins_Flam.pdf
28	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/28	'Squire Norton's Song (II)'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, p.9.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongII		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Round.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p. 9. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongII">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongII</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongII.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Squire Norton's Song (II).' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		The child and the old man sat alone In the quiet, peaceful shade Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown In the deep, thick forest glade. It was a soft and pleasant sound, That rustling of the oak; And the gentle breeze played lightly round, As thus the fair boy spoke: – ‘Dear father, what can honour be, Of which I hear men rave? Field, cell and cloister, laud and sea, The tempest and the grave: – It lives in all, ‘tis sought in each, ‘Tis never heard or seen: Now tell me, father, I beseech, What can this honour mean?’ ‘It is a name – a name, my child, - It lived in other days, When men were rude, their passions wild, Their sport, thick battle-frays. When, in armour bright, the warrior bold Knelt to his lady’s eyes: Beneath the abbey pavement old That warrior’s dust now lies. ‘The iron hearts of that old day Have mouldered in the grave; And chivalry has passed away, With knights so true and brave; The honour, which to them was life, Throbs in no bosom now; It only gilds the gambler’s strife, Or decks the worthless vow.’	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Squire_Norton_s_Song_[II]/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongII.pdf
29	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/29	'Duet: Lucy and Squire Norton'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, pp. 9-10.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Lucy_SquireNorton		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Duet: Lucy and Squire Norton.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): pp. 9-10. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Lucy_SquireNorton">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Lucy_SquireNorton</a>.<span class="Apple-converted-space"></span></p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_The_Squire_and_Lucy.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Duet: Lucy and Squire Norton.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		Squire. In rich and lofty station shine, Before his jealous eyes; In golden splendour, lady mine, This peasant youth despise. Lucy (Apart-the Squire regarding her attentively). Oh! it would be revenge indeed, With scorn his glance to meet. I, I, his humble pleading heed! I’d spurn him from my feet. Squire. With love and rage her bosom’s torn, And rash the choice will be; Lucy. With love and rage my bosom’s torn, And rash the choice will be. Squire. From hence she quickly must be borne, Her home, her home, she’ll flee. Lucy. Oh! long shall I have cause to mourn My home, my home, for thee!	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Duet_Lucy_and_Squire_Norton/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duet_Lucy_SquireNorton.pdf
30	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/30	'Sestette and Chorus'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, pp.10-11.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Sestette_and_Chorus		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Sestette and Chorus.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): pp. 10-11. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Sestette_and_Chorus">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Sestette_and_Chorus</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Sestette_and_Chorus.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Sestette and Chorus.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		Young Benson. Turn him from the farm! From his home will you cast The old man who has tilled it for years! Ev’ry tree, ev’ry flower, is linked with the past, And a friend of his childhood appears. Turn him from the farm! O’er its grassy hillside, A gay boy he once loved to range; His boyhood has fled, and its dear friends are dead, But these meadows have never known change. Edmunds. Oppressor, hear me! Lucy. On my knees I implore. Squire. I command it, and you will obey. Rose. Rise, dear Lucy, rise; you shall not kneel before The tyrant who drives us away. Squire. Your sorrows are useless, your prayers are in vain: I command it, and you will begone. I’ll hear no more. Edmunds. No, they shall not beg again Of a man whom I view with deep scorn. Flam. Do not yield. Young Benson - Squire - Lucy - Rose. Leave the farm! Edmunds. Your pow’r I despise. Squire. And your threats, boy, I disregard too. Flam. Do not yield. Young Benson - Squire - Lucy - Rose. Leave the farm! Rose. If he leaves it, he dies. Edmunds. This base act, proud man, you shall rue. Young Benson. Turn him from the farm! From his home will you cast, The old man who has tilled it for years? Ev’ry tree, ev’ry flower, is linked with the past, And a friend of his childhood appears! Squire. Yes, yes, leave the farm! From his home I will cast The old man who has tilled it for years; Though each tree and flower, is linked with the past, And a friend of his childhood appears. Chorus. He has turned from his farm! From his home he has cast The old man who has tilled it for years; Though each tree and flower is linked with the past, And a friend of his childhood appears.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Sestette_and_Chorus/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Sestette_and_Chorus.pdf
31	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/31	'Quartette'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, p.12.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Quartette		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Quartette.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p.12. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Quartette">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Quartette</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Quartette.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Quartette.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		Squire. Hear me, when I swear that the farm is your own Through all changes Fortune may make; The base charge of falsehood I never have known; This promise I never will break. Rose and Lucy. Hear him, when he swears that the farm is our own Through all changes Fortune may make; The base charge of falsehood he never has known; This promise he never will break. Enter YOUNG BENSON. Young Benson. My sister here! Lucy! begone, I command. Squire. To your home I restore you again. Young Benson. No boon I’ll accept from that treacherous hand As the price of my fair sister’s fame. Squire. To your home! Young B. (To Lucy.) Hence away! Lucy. Brother dear, I obey. Squire. I restore. Young B. Hence away! Young B. Rose and Lucy. Let us leave. Lucy. He swears it, dear brother. Squire. I swear it. Young B. Away! Squire. I swear it. Young B. You swear to deceive. Squire. Hear me, when I swear that the farm is your own Through all the changes Fortune may make. Lucy and Rose. Hear him, when he swears that the farm is our own Through all changes Fortune may make. Young B. Hear him swear, hear him swear, that the farm is our own Through all changes Fortune may make. Squire. The base charge of falsehood I never have known, This promise I never will break. Lucy and Rose. The base charge of falsehood he never has known, This promise he never will break. Young B. The base charge of falsehood he often has known, This promise he surely will break.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Quartette/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Quartette.pdf
32	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/32	'Squire Norton's Song (III)'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, p.14.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>	Hullah, John. 'There's a charm in spring.' B<span>etween 1863 and 1877. </span><em>HathiTrust,</em> <a href="https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=mdp.39015093760281&view=1up&seq=1" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=mdp.39015093760281&view=1up&seq=1</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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongIII		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Squire Norton's Song (III).' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p.14. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongIII">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongIII</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongIII.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Squire Norton's Song (III).' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em></a>		There’s a charm in spring, when ev’rything Is bursting from the ground; When pleasant show’rs bring forth the flow’rs And all is life around. In summer day, the fragrant hay Most sweetly scents the breeze; And all is still, save murm’ring rill, Or sound of humming bees. Old autumn come; - with trusty gun In quest of birds we roam: Unerring aim, we mark the game, And proudly bear it home. A winter’s night has its delight, Well warmed to bed we go: A winter’s day, we’re blithe and gay, Snipe-shooting in the snow. A country life, without the strife, And noisy din of town, Is all I need, I take no heed Of splendour or renown. And when I die, oh, let me lie, Where trees above me wave; Let wild plants bloom around my tomb, My quiet country grave!	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Squire_Norton_s_Song_[III]/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Squire_Nortons_SongIII.pdf
33	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/33	'Young Benson's Song'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, p.14.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Young_Bensons_Song		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Young Bensons's Song.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p. 14. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Young_Bensons_Song">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Young_Bensons_Song</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Young_Bensons_Song.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Young Benson's Song.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		My fair home is no longer mine; From its roof-tree I’m driven away. Alas! who will tend the old vine, Which I planted in infancy’s day! The garden, the beautiful flowers, The oak with its branches on high, Dear friends of my happiest hours, Among thee I long hoped to die. The briar, the moss, and the bramble, Along the green paths will run wild: The paths where I once used to ramble, An innocent, light-hearted child.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Young_Benson_s_Song/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Young_Bensons_Song.pdf
34	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/34	'Duett: Squire, Edmunds, and Norton'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks, p.15.</p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duett_Squire_Edmunds_and_Norton		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Duett: Squire, Edmunds, and Norton.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p. 15. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duett_Squire_Edmunds_and_Norton">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duett_Squire_Edmunds_and_Norton</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Duett_Squire_Edmonds_and_Norton.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Duett: Squire, Edmunds, and Norton.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		Squire. Listen, though I do not fear you, Listen to me, ere we part. Edmunds. List to you! Yes, I will hear you. Squire. Yours alone is Lucy’s heart, I swear it, by that heav’n above me. Edmunds. What! can I believe my ears! Could I hope that she still loves me. Squire. Banish all these doubts and fears, If a love were e’er worth gaining, If love were ever fond and true, No disguise or passion feigning, Such is her young love for you. Squire. Listen, though I do not fear you, Listen to me, ere we part. Edmunds. List to you! yes, I will hear you. Mine alone is her young heart.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Duett_Squire_Edmunds_and_Norton/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Duett_Squire_Edmunds_and_Norton.pdf
35	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/35	'Lucy's Song (II)'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, p.16.	Dickens, Charles	<p class="p1"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongII		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Lucy's Song (II).' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): p. 16. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongII">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongII</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongII.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Lucy's Song (II).' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		How beautiful at eventide To see the twilight shadows pale, Steal o’er the landscape, far and wide, O’er stream and meadow, mound and dale. How soft is Nature’s calm repose When ev’ning skies their cool dews weep: The gentlest wind more gently blows, As if to soothe her in her sleep! The gay morn breaks, Mists roll away, All Nature awakes To glorious day. In my breast alone Dark shadows remain; The peace it has known, It can never regain.	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Lucy_s_Song_[II]/1836-The_Village_Coquettes_Lucys_SongII.pdf
36	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/36	'Dance and Finale'	From <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </em>(1836). Music by John Hullah, pp. 17-18.	Dickens, Charles	<div class="field two columns alpha"><i>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts </i>(1836). London: John Dicks.</div>; Internet Archive, <a href="https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://archive.org/details/villagecoquettes00dickuoft/page/12/mode/2up?view=theater</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1836">1836</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=37&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Hullah%2C+John">Hullah, John</a>	<p class="p1"><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></p>		<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>	1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Dance_and_Finale		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Dance and Finale.' <i>The Village Coquettes </i>(1836): pp.17-18. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Dance_and_Finale">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Dance_and_Finale</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Dance_and_Finale.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Dance and Finale.' <em>The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</em> (1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Village+Coquettes%2C+An+Operatic+Burletta+in+Two+Acts">The Village Coquettes, An Operatic Burletta in Two Acts</a>		CHORUS. Join the dance, with step as light As ev’ry heart should be to-night; Music, shake the lofty dome, In honour of our Harvest Home. Join the dance, and banish care, All are young, and gay, and fair; Even age has youthful grown, In honour of our Harvest Home. Join the dance, bright faces beam, Sweet lips smile, and dark eyes gleam; All these charms have hither come, In honour of our Harvest Home. Join the dance, with step as light, As ev’ry heart should be to-night; Music shake the lofty dome In honour of our Harvest Home. QUINTET - Lucy - Rose - Edmunds - The Squire - Young Benson No light bound Of stag or timid hare, O’er the ground Where startled herds repair, Do we prize So high, or hold so dear, As the eyes That light our pleasures here. No cool breeze That gently plays by night, O’er calm seas, Whose waters glisten bright; No soft moan That sighs across the lea, Harvest Home, Is half so sweet as thee! CHORUS. Hail to the merry autumn days, when yellow corn-fields shine, Far brighter than the costly cup that holds the monarch's wine! Hail to the merry harvest time, the gayest of the year, The time of rich and bounteous crops, rejoicing, and good cheer. Hail! Hail! Hail!	18360101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Dance_and_Finale/1836_The_Village_Coquettes_Dance_and_Finale.pdf
37	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/37	'Duet'	From <i>The Lamplighter </i>(1838).	Dickens, Charles	<em>The Poems and Verses of Charles Dickens</em> (1903). Ed. Frederic George Kitton. London: Chapman and Hall, pp. 31-32,<br /><a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Poems_and_Verses_of_Charles_Dickens/lLs_AQAAMAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=Duet%20from%20the%20lamplighter" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Poems_and_Verses_of_Charles_Dickens/lLs_AQAAMAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=Duet%20from%20the%20lamplighter</a>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1838">1838</a>		<em>Google Books,</em> <a href="https://www.google.com/googlebooks/about/">https://www.google.com/googlebooks/about/</a>. Google's free books are made available to read through careful consideration of and respect for copyright law globally: they are public-domain works, made free on request of the copyright owner, or copyright-free.		<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>	1838-The_Lamplighter_Duet		<p class="p1">Dickens, Charles. 'Duet.' <i>The Lamplighter </i>(1838): pp. 31-32. <i>Dickens Search. </i>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1838-The_Lamplighter_Duet">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1838-The_Lamplighter_Duet</a>.</p>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1838_The_Lamplighter_Duet.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Duet.' <em>The Lamplighter </em>(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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Lamplighter">The Lamplighter</a>		Air – ‘The Young May-moon’ Tom. There comes a new moon twelve times a year. Betsy. And when there is none, all is dark and drear. Tom. In which I espy – Betsy. And so, too, do I – Both. A resemblance to womankind very clear – Both. There comes a new moon twelve times a year; And when there is none, all is dark and drear. Tom. In which I espy – Betsy. And so do I Both. A resemblance to womankind very clear. Tom: She changes, she’s fickle, she drives men mad. Betsy. She comes to bring light, and leaves them sad. Tom. So restless wild – Betsy. But so sweetly wild – Both. That no better companion could be had. Both. There comes a new moon twelve times a year; And when there is none, all is dark and drear. Tom. In which I espy – Betsy. And so do I – Both. A resemblance to womankind very clear.	18380101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Duet/1838-The_Lamplighter_Duet.pdf
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
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
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
69	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/69	'Acrostic'	From the autograph album of Maria Beadnell (1830-1831).	Dickens, Charles	The Charles Dickens Museum, <a href="http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-b319--1971-1-105" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-b319--1971-1-105</a>.; Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1830">1830</a>; <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1831">1831</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>	1830-31_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Acrostic		Dickens, Charles. 'Acrostic.' Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell (1830-31). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1830-31_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Acrostic">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1830-31_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Acrostic</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1830-31_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Acrostic.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Acrostic.' From the autograph album of Maria Beadnell (1830-1831).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Autograph+Album">Autograph Album</a>			My life may chequered be with scenes of misery and pain, And’t may be my fate to struggle with adversity in vain: Regardless of misfortunes tho’ howe’er bitter they may be, I shall always have one retrospect, a hallowed one to me, And it will be of that happy time when first I gazed on thee. Blighted hopes, and prospects drear, for me will lose their sting, Endless troubles shall harm not me, when fancy on the wing A lapse of years shall travel o’er, and again before me cast Dreams of happy fleeting moments then for ever past: Not any worldly pleasure has such magic charms for me E’en now, as those short moments spent in company with thee; Life has no charms, no happiness, no pleasures, now for me Like those I feel, when ’tis my lot Maria, to gaze on thee.	18300101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Acrostic/1830-31_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Acrostic.pdf
70	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/70	'The Devil's Walk'	From the autograph album of Maria Beadnell (November 1831).	Dickens, Charles	The Charles Dickens Museum, <a href="http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-b319--1971-1-105" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-b319--1971-1-105</a>.; Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1831-11">1831-11</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>	1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Devils_Walk		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'The Devil's Walk.' Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell (November 1831). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Devils_Walk">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/</a><span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Devils_Walk">1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Devils_Walk</a>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Devils_Walk.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'The Devil's Walk.' From the autograph album of Maria Beadnell (1830-1831).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Autograph+Album">Autograph Album</a>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=C.D.">C.D.</a>	While sitting one day in his well aired halls Of which we've often heard tell, The Devil determined to make a few calls To see if his Friends were well: So he put on his best and himself he drest In his long tailed coat of green And he buttoned it tightly o'er his chest Lest his own tail should be seen. To the House of Lords the Devil went straight To learn the state of Nations, And with mixed feelings of pleasure and hate He heard their deliberations; For he saw a few Nobles rich and proud War 'gainst the people and Prince, And he thought with pain tho' he laughed aloud Of the Wars in Heav'n long since. Then to Irving's Chapel he gaily hied To hear the new "unknown tongue" And he welcomed with great pleasure and pride The Maniacs he'd got among: For it always fills the Devil with glee To hear Religion mocked, And it pleases him very much to see Sights at which others are shocked. Then away to Bristol he quickly walked T'indulge in meditation, And he gaily laughed as he slowly stalked O'er a scene of desolation. He honored the hand that had done the deed Vowed that an "Anti" he'd be Then back to London he started with speed His old friend Sir Charles to see. The Devil was walking up Regent Street As some other great folks do When a very old friend he chanced to meet Whom it pleased him much to view. Let those describe his great pleasure who can On the Member for Preston spying He took off his hat for he envied the Man His pow'r of deceit and lying. As the Devil was passing I won't say where But not far from Lombard Street, He saw at a window a face so fair That it made him start and weep For a passing thought rushed over his brain Of days no beyond recal, He thought of the bright angelic train And of his own wretched fall. A dim cold feeling of what he had been Wrung from him a bitter groan He gazed and thought of the Angels who sing Surrounding Heaven's High Throne. He thought of the time, – the happy time, – When among them he had been And he madly cursed the impious crime Which plunged him in pain and sin. This feeling vanished as soon as it came And he turned to walk away But sought for this Album to find the name Of her he'd seen that day. He cast his eye swiftly o'er these few lines To drive away thoughts so sad And he said with glee "they're worthy of me For I'm sure they're devilish bad."	18311101
71	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/71	'The Churchyard'	From the autograph album of Maria Beadnell (November 1831).	Dickens, Charles	The Charles Dickens Museum, <a href="http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-b319--1971-1-105" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-b319--1971-1-105</a>.; Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1831-11">1831-11</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>	1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Churchyard		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'The Churchyard.' Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell (November 1831). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Churchyard">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Churchyard</a><span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/poetry/1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Devils_Walk"></a>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1831-11_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_The_Churchyard.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'The Churchyard.' Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell (November 1831).<br /></span></a>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Autograph+Album+of+Maria+Beadnell.">Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=95&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=C.D.">C.D.</a>	How many tales these Tombstones tell Of life's e'er changing scene, Of by gone days spent ill or well By those who gay have been; Who have been happy, rich, and vain, Who now are dead, and cold, Who've gone alike to dust again The rich, poor, young, and old. Here lies a Man who lived to save Of Wordly gain a store; – It has not saved him from the grave He ne'er can use it more. A marble Tablet tells his fame To those who shall survive; – It tells us not who blest his name While he remained alive. Now mark the contrast. – Near this mound Lie the remains of one With whom no fault was ever found, Who spotless as the sun Fulfilled his Christian duties here, Both cheerfully and well But no rich velvet deck'd his Bier No lines his virtues tell. And is it so! Is man so vain, To riches such a Slave As to take his pride of gold, and gain E'en with him to the Grave! – Why let him take it. – Let him see If 'twill avail him there, Where we must all one dread day be, Where all Men must appear. Here sleeps a girl. – A year ago Bright, beautiful, and gay, Peaceful, and happy, then but Oh! How soon such days decay: They changed to times of shame and brief And this the mournful token Death was to her a glad relief For her young heart was broken. Aye – broken. – Let the Roué smile And let him boldly speed Exulting in his shameless guile To boast of such a deed. Let him boast gaily among men – They'll hear without surprize And let him boast if he can when On his death bed he lies. In truth it is a manly deed With woman's heart to trifle, To break the bent and bruised reed And with neglect to stifle The feelings man himself has raised Which he can't prize too high. – To leave the object he has praised Alone to weep and die. But why pursue this painful theme Or longer here remain The dead sleep sound; they cannot dream Of sorrow, grief, or pain. From Man to GOD they will appeal Where no man can dissemble There will the wronged for justice kneel There will the Tyrant tremble.	18311101
72	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/72	'Lodgings To Let'	From the autograph album of Maria Beadnell (c. 1831).	Dickens, Charles	The Charles Dickens Museum, <a href="http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-b319--1971-1-105" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.collections.dickensmuseum.com/object-b319--1971-1-105</a>.; Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1831">1831</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>	1831_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Lodgings_To_Let		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Lodgings To Let.' Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell (1831). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1831_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Lodgings_To_Let">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1831_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Lodgings_To_Let</a><span>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1831_Autograph_Album_of_Maria_Beadnell_Lodgings_To_Let.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Lodgings To Let.' Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell (1831).</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=Autograph+Album">Autograph Album</a>			Lodgings here! A charming place, The Owner’s such a lovely face The Neighbours too seem very pretty Lively, sprightly, gay, and witty Of all the spots that I could find This is the place to suit my mind. Then I will say sans hesitation This place shall be my habitation This charming spot my home shall be While dear “Maria” keeps the key, I’ll settle here, no more I’ll roam But make this place my happy home. A great advantage too will be, I shall keep such good company, So good that I fear my composing Will be considered very prosing Still I’m most proud amongst these pickings To rank the humblest name. – Charles Dickens.	18310101
73	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/73	'The Bill of Fare'	MS in Maria Beadnell's hand (1831).	Dickens, Charles	Beinecke Library, Yale University.; Manuscript.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1831">1831</a>			Parody of Oliver Goldsmith's 'Retaliation: A Poem'.	<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>	1831_The_Bill_of_Fare		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Lodgings To Let.' Autograph Album of Maria Beadnell (1831). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1831_The_Bill_of_Fare">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1831_The_Bill_of_Fare</a><span>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1831_The_Bill_of_Fare.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>Dickens, Charles. 'The Bill of Fare.' Manuscript (1831).</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=Manuscript">Manuscript</a>			As the great rage just now is imitation, 'Mong high-born and low, throughout the whole Nation, I trust 'twill excuse the few following lines, Of which I'll say nothing, but that these poor rhymes, As you might expect, in degenerate days Like these, are entitled to no share of praise Because they are novel, – the ground work at least, Is a copy from Goldsmith's ever famed Feast. "And a bad one it is too," – you'll say, I fear, But let me entreat you, don't be too severe. – If, in a fair face, 'twill elicit a smile, If one single moment 'twill serve to beguile, – I shall think on it with great satisfaction, Et cet'ra, – and so forth: – now then to action! Without further preface to waste the time in We'll set to at once, – If you please we'll begin. We'll say a small party to Dinner are met, And the guests are themselves about to be eat; Without saying Grace, – (I own I'm a sinner, –) We'll endeavor to see what we've for dinner. Mr. Beadnell's a good fine sirloin of beef, Though to see him cut up would cause no small grief; And then Mrs. Beadnell, I think I may name, As being an excellent Rib of the same. The Miss B's are next, who it must be confessed Are two nice little Ducks; and very well dressed. William Moule's of a trifle, a trifling dish; Mr. Leigh we all know is a very great fish; Mrs. Leigh a Curry, smart, hot and biting, Although a dish that is always inviting. For cooking our meat we utensils won't lack So Miss Leigh shall be called a fine roasting Jack, A thing of great use, when we dine or we sup, A patent one too – never wants winding up. Mr Moule's a bottle of excellent Port; Mrs. Moule of Champagne, – good humor's her forte; The Miss M's of Snipe are a brace, if you please, And Joe is a very fine flavored Dutch-Cheese; Mrs. Lloyd and her spouse are a nice side dish, – (Some type of their most happy state I must wish To produce; – let me see, I've found out one soon) Of Honey and sweets in the form of a Moon; Arthur Beetham, – this dish has cost me some pains, Is a tongue with a well made garnish of brains; M'Namara, I think must by the same rule Be a dish of excellent gooseberry-fool; And Charles Dickens, who in our Feast plays a part, Is a young Summer Cabbage, without any heart; – Not that he's heartless, but because, as folks say, He lost his a twelve month ago from last May. Now let us suppose that the dinner is done, And the guests have roll'd on the floor one by one: – I don't mean to say that they're at the completion, Trying the fam'd city cure for repletion. Nor do I by any means raise up the question Whether they owe their deaths to indigestion. We'll say they're all dead; it's a terrible sight But I'll dry my tears, and their Epitaphs write. Here lies Mr. Beadnell, beyond contradiction, An excellent man, and a good politician; His opinions were always sound and sincere, Come here! ye Reformers, o'er him drop a tear: Come here, and with me weep at his sudden end, Ye who're to ballot and freedom a friend. Come here, all of ye who to him ever listened, Praise on rare quality – he was consistent; And if any one can say so much for you We'll try to write on you an epitaph too. He was most hospitable, friendly and kind; An enemy, I'm sure, he's not left behind; And if he be fairly, and all in all ta'en, "We never shall look upon his like again." Here lies Mrs. Beadnell, whose conduct through life, As a mother, a woman, a friend, a wife, I shall think, while I possess recollection, Can be summ'd up in one word – PERFECTION. Her faults I'd tell you beyond any doubt, But for this plain reason, – I ne'er found them out: Her character from my own knowledge I tell, For when she was living she was, I then knew her well. It chances to've been by the fates brought about, That she was the means of first bringing me out: – All my thanks for that and her kindness since then I'd vainly endeavor to tell with my pen: I think what I'd say, – I feel it, that's better, Or I'd scorn to write of these lines one letter. Excuse me, dear reader, for pause now I must; Here two charming Sisters lie low in the dust. – But why should I pause? do they want my poor aid To tell of their virtues while with us they stayed? Can a few words from me add a hundredth part To the regret felt for them in every heart? No, no! 't is impossible; still I must try, To speak of them here, for I can't pass them by. And first then for Anne I'll my banner unfurl – A truly delightful and sweet-tempered girl, And, what's very odd, and will add to her fame, Is this one plain fact, – she was always the same. She was witty, clever, – you liked what she said; Without being blue, she was very well read. Her favourite Author, or else I'm a fibber, And have been deceived, was the famed Colley Cibber. I don't think dear reader 'twill interest you, But still, if you please, keep that quite entre nous. I grow tedious, so of her I'll not din more, – Oh! – She sometimes drest her hair a la Chinois. Ladies, if you want this fashion to follow, And don't know where you the pattern can borrow, Don't look in "the fashions" 'mong bows and wreathings, You'll find it on any antique China Tea things. But who have we here? alas what sight is this? Has her spirit flown back to regions of bliss? Has Maria left this World of trouble and care Because for us she was too good and too fair? Has Heaven in its jealousy ta'en her away As a blessing too great for us children of clay? All ye fair and beautiful, sadly come here, And Springs early flowers strew over her bier; Fit emblems are they of life's short fleeting day, Fit tributes are they to her mem'ry to pay; For though blooming now, they will soon be decayed, They blossom one moment, then wither and fade. I linger here now, and I hardly know why, I've no wish, no hope now, but this one – to die. My bright hopes and fond wishes were all centered here Their brightness has vanished, they're now dark and drear. The impression that Mem'ry engraves in my heart Is all I have left, and with that I ne'er part. I might tell you much, and I say't with a sigh, Of the grace of her form, and the glance of her eye; I might tell of happy days now pass'd away, Which I fondly hoped then would never decay, But 'twere useless – I should only those times deplore, I know that again I can see them no more. But what's this small form that she folds to her breast, As if it had only laid down there to rest? Poor thing is it living? – Ah no! it's dead quite; It is a small dog, liver-colored and white. Dear me, now I see – 'tis the little dog that Would eat mutton chops if you cut off the fat! So very happy was its situation An object it was of such admiration, That I'd resign all my natural graces, E'en now, if I could with "Daphne" change places. William Moule next alas with the dead lieth here, And his loss we shall ne'er recover I fear; No more shall the young men, among whom am I, Regard with great envy his elegant tie; No more shall the girls, with anxiety wait, At a party, and mourn that he came in late; Though it was not his fault, it must be confess'd We knew very well that he lived "in the West" The purlieus of Tottenham Court Road!!! And men of great fashion now never go out, Till long after twelve when engaged to a rout. No more shall he waltz an hour with one lady, To the delight of tut'ress, Miss A. B. Who no more shall turn to me, and whispering low, Say "Doesn't he waltz well? I taught him, you know." No more shall he curse all the City Folks' Balls, And vow that he never will honor their halls; No more from "the London", will he be turned back Because of his wearing a Kerchief of black; No more when we sit round the blithe supper table Shall he hush to silence the prattling Babel, By, – When a lady, a speech made upon her – Rising to return us her thanks for the honor. No more – but I think I'll use that phrase no more, I feel that I can't this loss enough deplore. Momus and Bacchus, both be merry no more, Your friend Mr. Leigh lies dead on the floor. Weep both of ye, each hide your sorrowful head, For he isn't dead drunk, but he's really dead. We shall never again see his good humored face, We shall never again much admire the grace With which he would drink off his bottle of wine, Or with which he'd ask you next Sunday to dine. We shall never again laugh aloud at his fun, We shall never in turn amuse him with a pun. In his Will I hope as a Legacy that He's left me that elegant, pretty dress hat, The shape, make, and color of which were so rare; And which on all extra occasions he'd wear. I really do his loss most deeply regret, As the kindest best temper'd man, I e'er met. I'm as hale and as hearty as any one here So I'll help to carry him to his new bier. Mrs. Leigh's life, alas, has come to an end: – But I can't speak of her, I fear to offend; I don't think the truth need her feelings much gall, But if I can't tell it I won't write at all. If 'twere not for the lesson that I've been taught I'd have painted her as in justice I ought; I'd have said she was friendly, good hearted, kind, Her wit I'd have praised and intelligent mind; 'Bout scandal, or spreading reports without heed, Of course I'd say nothing, how could I indeed? Because if I did I should certainly lie, And my remarks here, doubtless, would not apply. So as I fear either to praise or to blame, I will not her faults or her virtues here name. And Mary Anne Leigh's death I much regret too, Though the greatest tormentor that I e'er knew; Whenever she met you, at morn, noon or night To tease and torment you, was her chief delight; To each glance or smile she'd a meaning apply, On every flirtation she kept a sharp eye. Though – tender feelings I trust I'm not hurting – She ne'er herself much objected to flirting. A singular fact. She to each little secret always held the candle, And I think she liked a small bit of scandal. I think, too, that she used to dress her hair well, Although Arthur said, – but that tale I won't tell. In short though she was so terribly teasing So pretty she looked, her ways were so pleasing, That when she had finished I used to remain Half fearing, half hoping, to be teased again. Here lies – Mr. Moule, at whose plentiful board We often have sat, and where, with one accord, Mirth, pleasure, good humor and capital Wine, Seem'd always to meet when one went there to dine. To his friends he was always good-humored and kind And a much better host 'twould be hard to find. If he for an instant his good humor missed I've heard it would be at a rubber of whist; At least I've sometimes heard his Partners say so; Though of course I myself this fact cannot know. His hospitality deserved great credit; Indeed I much wish all men did inherit That merit from him; I'm sure it is needed, That some should prize it as highly as he did. I think his opinions were not always quite So kind, or so just as they should be of right. However that question I'll not travel though, 'Twould not I think become me so to do. Some others in this point like him we may see, So I will say requiescat in pace. Mrs. Moule alas lieth here with the dead, Her good temper vanish'd, her light spirits fled; I'd say much of her but all knew her too well, To leave any thing new for me here to tell, So I'll only say, – in thus speaking of her I'm sure all she e'er knew will concur – If kindness and temper as virtues are held She never by any one yet was excelled. Louisa Moule's next, – I can't better call her Than the same pattern, – N.B. a size smaller. Here lies Fanny Moule, of whom't may be said, That romance or sentiment quite turned her head. Her chief pleasure was, but I cannot tell why To sit by herself in a corner and sigh. You might talk for an hour to her thinking she heard, And find out at last she had not heard a word; She'd start turn her head, – the case was a hard one, – And say with a sigh, "Dear! I beg your pardon." Whether this arose from love, doubt, hesitation, Or whether indeed, 'twas all affectation, I will not by my own decision abide, I'll leave it to others the point to decide; Thus much though, I will say, – I think it is droll, That one who so pleasing might be on the whole, Should take so much trouble, – it must be a toil, – All her charms and graces entirely to spoil. Here lies honest Joe, and I'm sure when I say That he'd a good heart, there's no one will say nay, The themes, of all others, on which he would doat Were splendid gold lace and a flaming red Coat; His mind always ran on battles and slaughters, Guards, Bands, Kettle-drums and splendid Head Quarters. I've heard that the best bate to catch a young girl Is a red coat and a mustachio's curl; Bait your hook with but this, and Joe would soon bite Hint at it, he'd talk on from morning to night. In portraits of Soldiers he spent all his hoard; You talked of a penknife – he thought of a sword. Inspecting accounts he ne'er could get through His mind would revert to some former review. He ne'er made a bill out, smaller or larger But he thought he was then mounting his charger. He ne'er to the counting house trudged in a heat But he thought of forced marches and a retreat And ne'er from the play to his home went again But trembling he thought of the roll call at TEN. But fallen at last is this "gay young deceiver," A prey to Death and a bad Scarlet fever. Here lies Mrs. Lloyd, I'm sorry to say That she too from us is so soon snatched away; That her fate is most hard it can't be denied, When we think how recently she was a bride. That she became one is no source of surprise, For if all that's charming in critical eyes Is likely to finish a dull single life, I'm sure she ought t’ve been long since a wife Though we lament one so pleasing, so witty, And though her death we may think a great pitty I really myself do quite envy her fate, And I wish when with Death I've my tête à tête, He'd do me the favor to take me away When my prospects here were bright, blooming and gay, When I'm quite happy, ere with sorrows jaded, I wish for my grave, when my hopes are faded, – When I might be certain of leaving behind Those who would ne'er cease to bear me in mind She's gone and who shall now those sweet ballads sing Which still in my ears so delightfully ring? "We met," "Friends depart" – I those sweet sounds retain, And I feel I shall never forget them again. And down here Mr. Lloyd's remains lie beside Those of his so recently blooming young bride, I'm sorry he's dead, for I knew him to be, Good humored, most honest, kind hearted and free. That he was consistent, I ne'er had a doubt, Although scandal said, and 'twas whisper'd about, That when he last Summer from Paris came home (I think 'twas his marriage induced him to roam) He his principles changed, – so runs the story, Threw off the Whigs, and became a staunch Tory. But be that as it may, I think it's but fair, To say that I know he enjoyed the fresh air. And is Arthur Beetham for the first time hush'd? And has he returned to his original dust? Has he gone the way of all flesh with the rest In spite of the great care he took of his Chest! The reason assigned by Mr. A. B. for constantly wearing his coat buttoned up to his chin, was his extreme anxiety to preserve his chest from cold. At our snug coteries will he never make one? Will he never again gladden us with his fun? Poor fellow! I fear, now he's laid in the earth, That of our amusements we'll all find a dearth; And yet he'd his faults, – to speak without joking, He had a knack of being very provoking; So much so that several times t' other day I devoutly, heartily, wished him away; But after I'd done so, my conscience me smote And here perhaps a couple of lines I may quote Missing his mirth and agreeable vein, I directly wished we had him back again. And does M'Namara with the dead recline? Poor Francis, his waistcoats were wond'rously fine; He certainly was an elegant fellow, His coats were well made, his gloves a bright yellow; Florists shall hold up his Pall by the corners, Morgan a celebrated glove maker and Watkins a celebrated Tailor shall be his chief mourners. Last, here's Charles Dickens, who's now gone for ever; It's clear that he thought himself very clever; To all his friends' faults – it almost makes me weep, He was wide awake – to his own fast asleep. Though blame he deserved for such wilful blindness He had one merit – he ne'er forgot kindness. Perhaps I don't do right to call that a merit Which each human creature's bound to inherit; But when old Death claimed the debt that he owed him He felt most grateful to all that was showed him, His faults, and there were not in number few, As all his acquaintance extremely well knew, Emanated – to speak of him in good part – I think rather more from the head than the heart. His death wasn't sudden, he had long been ill, Slowly he languished and got worse, until, No mortal means could the poor young fellow save, And a sweet pair of eyes sent him home to his grave. Finis	18310101
75	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/75	'Grand Chorus'	From Act 1, Scene 2 of <em>O'Thello</em> (1833-1834).	Dickens, Charles	Rosenbach Museum and Library.; Manuscript.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1833">1833</a>; <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1834">1834</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>	1833-34_Othello_Grand_Chorus		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Grand Chorus.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</span><span> </span><i>Dickens Search.<span> </span></i><span>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Grand_Chorus">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Grand_Chorus</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1833-34_Othello_Grand_Chorus.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Grand Chorus.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=O%27Thello">O'Thello</a>		Solo. The Great Unpaid Air – "Away with melancholy" – Away with grief. Be jolly Nor grave night charges bring Of drunken freaks and folly But merrily merrily sing falla! What's the use of repining At magistrates odd law? Can we prevent their fining? The merrily merrily sing falla Chorus&nbsp; &nbsp;Away with grief etc.	18330101
76	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/76	'Medley Chorus'	From <em>O'Thello</em> (1833-1834).	Dickens, Charles	Beinecke Library, Yale University.; Manuscript.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1833">1833</a>; <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1834">1834</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>	1833-34_Othello_Medley_Chorus		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Grand Chorus.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</span><span> </span><i>Dickens Search.<span> </span></i><span>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Medley_Chorus">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Medley_Chorus</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1833-34_Othello_Medley_Chorus.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Medley Chorus.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=O%27Thello">O'Thello</a>		Solo. Desdemona Air "There's no luck about the house" Oh! Let us pass a merry night Our house is rather small But being recovered I invite All present to a Ball. There is some cold duck in the house There's wine enough for all Likewise some spirits and some grouse So we'll enjoy the ball Cho. Oh let us pass etc Solo. E argo I felt all of a quiver With grief and shame I shiver Bring a cigar Bring a cigar It's balmy smoke I love	18330101
77	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/77	'Chorus' (<em>O'Thello</em>)	From <em>O'Thello</em> (1833-1834).	Dickens, Charles	Beinecke Library, Yale University.; Manuscript		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1833">1833</a>; <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1834">1834</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>	1833-34_Othello_Chorus		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Chorus.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</span><span> </span><i>Dickens Search.<span> </span></i><span>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Chorus">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Chorus</a><span>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1833-34_Othello_Chorus.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Chorus.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EO%27Thello%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>O'Thello</em></a>		Air – "Gold's but dross" – Robert le diable GU. Bring the porter in the Pewter and be sure they draw it mild E argo If he suspects his wife he'll shoot her and I am for vegeance wild. Cass Let's be happy Lots of baccy Let the cheerful smoke abound Desd Dancing lightly Gaily Sprightly Let the merry song go round GU. Right fal la ral la ral lide E argo. Right fal la ral liddle dol de Cass Right fal la ral la ral lide Desd Right fal la ral liddle dol de Cho: Right fal la ral de (at End of chorus go out with the rest)	18330101
78	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/78	'Grand Chorus'	From Act 1, Scene 4 of <em>O'Thello</em> (1833-1834).	Dickens, Charles	Morgan Library, New York.; Manuscript.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1833">1833</a>; <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1834">1834</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>	1833-34_Othello_Grand_Chorus2		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Grand Chorus.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</span><span> </span><i>Dickens Search.<span> </span></i><span>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Grand_Chorus2">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Grand_Chorus2</a><span>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1833-34_Othello_Grand_Chorus2.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Grand Chorus.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34)</span><span>.</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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=O%27Thello">O'Thello</a>		GU. Begone Dull Mike. I view you with detestation Cho Begone Dull Mike. You've lost your situation Cass My wife will die, and so shall I If you don't let me stay GU. You very well know that's all my eye So Take yourself away. Cass My wife will die and so shall I If you don't let me stay Cho His wife will die he says, oh Cri! If he isn't allowed to stay Cass My wife will die and so shall I If you don't let me stay Cho: You very well know that's all my eye So take yourself away (Repeated)	18330101
79	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/79	'Solo – Cassio'	From Act 1, Scene 4 of <em>O'Thello</em> (1833-1834).	Dickens, Charles	Beinecke Library, Yale University.; Manuscript.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1833">1833</a>; <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1834">1834</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>	1833-34_Othello_Solo_Cassio		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Solo – Cassio.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</span><span> </span><i>Dickens Search.<span> </span></i><span>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Solo_Cassio">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Solo_Cassio</a><span>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1833-34_Othello_Solo_Cassio.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Solo – Cassio.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=O%27Thello">O'Thello</a>		Air – "When in death I shall calm recline" When in death I shall calm recline Oh take me home to my "Missus" dear Tell her I've taken a little more wine Than I could carry, or very well bear Bid her not scold me on the morrow For staying out drinking all night But several bottles of Soda borrow To cool my coppers and set me right.	18330101
80	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/80	'Solo – The Great Unpaid'	From Act 2, <em>O'Thello</em> (1833-1834).	Dickens, Charles	Beinecke Library, Yale University.; Manuscript.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1833">1833</a>; <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1834">1834</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>	1833-34_Othello_Solo_The_Great_Unpaid		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Solo – The Great Unpaid.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</span><span> </span><i>Dickens Search.<span> </span></i><span>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Solo_The_Great_Unpaid">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1833-34_Othello_Solo_The_Great_Unpaid</a><span>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1833-34_Othello_Solo_The_Great_Unpaid.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Solo – The Great Unpaid.' <em>O'Thello </em>(1833-34).</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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=O%27Thello">O'Thello</a>		Air – "Merrily Oh" Merrily ev'ry heart will bound here Merrily oh Merrily oh! If with success our piece is crowned here Merrily oh! Merrily oh! If our humble efforts meet with yr applause Aand your smiles assure us, we have gained our cause Merrily every heart will bound here Merrily oh Merrily oh! Chorus. Repeat the whole	18330101
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
107	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/107	'Charade'	To Henry Riley Bradbury, from the Bradbury album, a scrapbook of letters, sketches, drawings, prints, photographs, and printed ephemera (3 June 1847).	Dickens, Charles	<span>'Appendix: Charade sent to Henry Riley Bradbury.' 3 June 1847. </span><em>The Letters of Charles Dickens. The</em><span> </span><em>Pilgrim Edition.<span> </span></em><span>Edited by Graham Storey and K. J. Fielding. Volume 5 (1847-1849), p.691. Oxford University Press, 1980.</span>; Bradbury Album, <a href="https://www.themorgan.org/literary-historical/283347" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.themorgan.org/literary-historical/283347</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1847-06-03">1847-06-03</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>; <a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Riddle">Riddle</a>	1847-06-03-Bradbury-Album-Charade		Dickens, Charles. 'Charade.' Bradbury Album (3 June 1847). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1847-06-03-Bradbury-Album-Charade">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1847-06-03-Bradbury-Album-Charade</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1847-06-03-Bradbury-Album-Charade.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Charade.' Bradbury Album (3 June 1847).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Album">Album</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Bradbury+Album">Bradbury Album</a>		A species of Nail, but headless and small, Cant word for the Coin which low people call “A farden”, “a copper”, and sweepers entreat You to favor Poor Jack with, in crossing the street,–Is my First. With its first letter chang’d, it’s a horse Change its last, it’s a spoilt child–and crying, of course. It’s a Sunday in London. Many there be Who do my sad Second, so dreary to see; Who wind through the streets, in dark, slow-pacing trains, Or ride behind horses with long-flowing manes; And heap up top-boots, cloaks and feathers, and bands, To swell the great riddle no man understands. In Naples, when they do my Second, Glowing colors, brightest reckon’d, Velvets, ribbons, flowers, and smoke, Make of the fête a ghastly joke.–Or stay–here’s a Miser, lean, trembling, and old, And he does my Second, poor wretch! With his gold. My whole is of Two Genders–man, and wife–It has, it has not, and it will have, life; Is born, is not, is living, and has died, In Marriage may be given–to the Bride; Is short, is tall, is smooth, is rough, of face; And, though not ridden, is a kind of Race.	18470603
108	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/108	'Song of the Ghost of Gaffer Thumb'	From <em>Tom Thumb </em>(Twelfth Night celebrations at Tavistock House, January 1854).	Dickens, Charles	<em>The Plays and Poems of Charles Dickens.</em> Edited by Richard Herne Shepherd. Volume 1 (1882), p. 85. W. H. Allen & Company.  <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Plays_and_Poems_of_Charles_Dickens/XbZJAQAAMAAJ" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Plays_and_Poems_of_Charles_Dickens/XbZJAQAAMAAJ</a>.		<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">1854-01</a>		<em>Google Books,</em> Fair Use.	Inserted into an amateur performance of Kane O'Hara's <em>Tom Thumb </em>n.d (early 19th century) <a href="https://www.loc.gov/item/2010667656/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.loc.gov/item/2010667656/</a>. Dickens's poem was written to replace O'Hara's 'AIR. - GHOST' (Scene IV, p 221). O'Hara's play was adapted from Henry Fielding's <em>The Tragedy of Tragedies; or, The Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great</em> (1731), which was in turn expanded from Fielding's original <em>Tom Thumb. A Tragedy</em> (1730).	<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>	1854-01_Tom_Thumb_Song_of_the_Ghost_of_Gaffer_Thumb		Dickens, Charles. 'Song of the Ghost of Gaffer Thumb.' <em>Tom Thumb </em>(1854). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1854-01_Tom_Thumb_Song_of_the_Ghost_of_Gaffer_Thumb">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1854-01_Tom_Thumb_Song_of_the_Ghost_of_Gaffer_Thumb</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1854-01_Tom_Thumb_Song_of_the_Ghost_of_Gaffer_Thumb.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Song of the Ghost of Gaffer Thumb.' <em>Tom Thumb </em>(January 1854).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Tom+Thumb">Tom Thumb</a>		I've got up from my churchyard bed, And assumed the perpendicular, Having something to say in my head, Which isn't so very particular! I do not appear in sport, But in earnest, all danger scorning - I'm in your service, in short, And I hereby give you warning - [Cock crows.] Who's dat crowing at the door? Dere's some one in the house with Dinah! I'm call'd (so can't say any more) By a voice from Cochin China!	18540101	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Song_of_the_Ghost_of_Gaffer_Thumb/1854_Song_of_the_Ghost_of_Gaffer_Thumb_The_Plays_and_Poems_of_Charles_Dickens.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
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 /> <br /> 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
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
112	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/112	'Chorus' (<em>The Strange Gentleman</em>)	From Act 1, Scene 1 of <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).	Dickens, Charles	Lord Chamberlain’s Copy.; <span>'Chorus.' <em>The Strange</em> <em>Gentleman</em>. </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. 696. 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=1836">1836</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>	1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Chorus		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Chorus.' </span><i>The Strange Gentleman </i><span>(1836). </span><i>Dickens Search.<span> </span></i><span>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Chorus">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Chorus</a><span>.</span>	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Chorus.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Chorus.' <em>The Strange Gentleman </em>(Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Strange+Gentleman">The Strange Gentleman</a>		Oh, What pleasure, tis to see Such a goodly Company Flocking to St James Arms. Where their Servants are to greet ‘em And good Entertainment wait ‘em Banishing all false alarms. Each is welcome here To enjoy the cheer That’s at St James Arms That’s at St James Arms.	18360101
113	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/113	'Duett'	From Act 1, Scene 1 of <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).	Dickens, Charles	Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, British Library.; <span>'Duett.' <em>The Strange</em> <em>Gentleman</em>. </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. 696. 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=1836">1836</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>	1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Duett		Dickens, Charles. 'Duett.' <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (1836). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Duett">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Duett</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Duett.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Duett.' <em>The Strange Gentleman </em>(Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Strange+Gentleman">The Strange Gentleman</a>		Around the feet of smiling love In Wanton Gambols Myriads play – Like Summer Zephyr’s in the Sun And scatter roses in his way. – A wreath entwine Of bays divine To Crown the boy. With songs of praise Our voice we’ll raise To sing love’s joy.	18360101
114	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/114	'Song – Julia'	From Act 1, Scene 2 of <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).	Dickens, Charles	Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, British Library.; <span>'Song – Julia.' <em>The Strange</em> <em>Gentleman</em>. </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. 696. 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=1836">1836</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>	1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Song_Julia		Dickens, Charles. 'Song – Julia.' <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (1836). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Song_Julia">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Song_Julia</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Song_Julia.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Song – Julia.' <em>The Strange Gentleman </em>(Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Strange+Gentleman">The Strange Gentleman</a>		Ah, me, I am a lonely maid That’s made alone to sigh, Ah, me, I am so sore afraid That I a maid shall die. I’m sure I am not very tall Tho’ long enough I’ve waited Nor yet am I so very small Th’ I’m so underrated. I for a husband try each day But can’t a husband gain Each night I for a husband pray But praying is in vain.	18360101
115	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/115	'Song – Fanny'	From Act 1, Scene 2 of <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).	Dickens, Charles	Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, British Library.; <span>'Song – Fanny.' <em>The Strange</em> <em>Gentleman</em>. </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. 696-697. 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=1836">1836</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>	1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Song_Fanny		Dickens, Charles. 'Song – Fanny.' <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (1836). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Song_Fanny">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Song_Fanny</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Song_Fanny.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Song – Fanny.' <em>The Strange Gentleman </em>(Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Strange+Gentleman">The Strange Gentleman</a>		Tis Hope that cheers the lover’s breast And lulls the troubled mind to rest – Hope is the sailors leading star The Warriors shield in fiercest War – The youth, the aged to it cling ‘Twill comfort to the wretched bring. Then in my bosom let it dwell For there will ever be a spell In hope, fond hope. 2 The Captive bears the galling chain Nor thinks he call’s on hope in vain The Miser as he views his store Fears to lose, still hopes for more In hope there is a charm divine That all the joys of life combine. Then in my bosom let it dwell For there will ever be a spell In hope, fond hope.	18360101
116	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/116	'He’s Mad – Mad – Mad'	From Act 2, Scene 1 of <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).	Dickens, Charles	Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, British Library.; <span>'He’s Mad – Mad – Mad.' <em>The Strange</em> <em>Gentleman</em>. </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. 697. 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=1836">1836</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>	1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Hes_Mad_Mad_Mad		Dickens, Charles. 'He’s Mad – Mad – Mad.' <em>The Strange Gentleman</em> (1836). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Hes_Mad_Mad_Mad">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Hes_Mad_Mad_Mad</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1836_The_Strange_Gentleman_Hes_Mad_Mad_Mad.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'He’s Mad – Mad – Mad.' <em>The Strange Gentleman </em>(Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, 1836).</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=The+Strange+Gentleman">The Strange Gentleman</a>		All He’s Mad – Mad – Mad. Alas! Poor lad Like a March Hare he’s Mad. Overton Quick seize him I say. And take him away – Mrs Nooke Be careful I pray Stranger Only hear what I say. All He’s Mad – Mad – Mad! etc. Overton To his bedroom now take him. Tom If he’s restive, I’ll shake him Mrs N. When asleep, pray don’t wake him Tom Oh, I’ll never forsake him. All He’s Mad – Mad – Mad! etc. Stranger Let me go Overton Hold him fast We’ve got him at last Mrs N. His sanity’s past Tom His die now is cast All He’s Mad – Mad – Mad! etc.	18360101
117	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/117	'Duet: Mr. and Mrs. Lovetown'	From <em>Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</em> (<span>Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, </span>27 February 1837).	Dickens, Charles	Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, British Library.; <span>'Duet: Mr. and Mrs. Lovetown.' <em>Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</em> </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), pp. 698-699. 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=1837-02-27">1837-02-27</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>	1837-02-27_Is_She_His_Wife_Or_Something_Singular_Duet_Mr_And_Mrs_Lovetown		Dickens, Charles. 'Duet: Mr. and Mrs. Lovetown.' <em>Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</em> (27 February 1837). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-02-27_Is_She_His_Wife_Or_Something_Singular_Duet_Mr_And_Mrs_Lovetown">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-02-27_Is_She_His_Wife_Or_Something_Singular_Duet_Mr_And_Mrs_Lovetown</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1837-02-27_Is_She_His_Wife_Or_Something_Singular_Duet_Mr_And_Mrs_Lovetown.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Duet: Mr. and Mrs. Lovetown.' <em>Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</em> (27 February 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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Is+She+His+Wife%3F+Or%2C+Something+Singular%21">Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</a>		A married life, Is not all joy; But noise & strife, Its charms alloy. Tho’ to please we do our best: Misery’ll our life infest – Nought is right we e’re can do, But all is wrong – & all is rue! Sometimes darling, Oft times snarling Now then pleasing Then there teasing Nought but care – and nought but strife Oh, who would sigh for a married life.	18370227
118	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/118	'Song – Felix Tapkins'	From <em>Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</em> (<span>Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, </span>27 February 1837).		Lord Chamberlain’s Copy, British Library.; <span>'Song – Felix Tapkins.' <em>Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</em>. </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. 698-699. 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=1837-02-27">1837-02-27</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>	1837-02-27_Is_She_His_Wife_Or_Something_Singular_Song_Felix_Tapkins		Dickens, Charles. 'Song – Felix Tapkins.' <em>Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</em> (27 February 1837). <em>Dickens Search</em>. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-02-27_Is_She_His_Wife_Or_Something_Singular_Song_Felix_Tapkins">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1837-02-27_Is_She_His_Wife_Or_Something_Singular_Song_Felix_Tapkins</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1837-02-27_Is_She_His_Wife_Or_Something_Singular_Song_Felix_Tapkins.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Song – Felix Tapkins.' <em>Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</em> (27 February 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=Play">Play</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Is+She+His+Wife%3F+Or%2C+Something+Singular%21">Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!</a>		1. It was in search of wonders so high and so low That the flying Phemominon, said he would go Where no mortal man had e’re been before For he, all the world was resolved to explore. 2. With wings made of leather, of steel, and of steam Of wonders he said, he should sure be the theme For who in the world could with him compare As like a great Goose he should fly thro’ the air. 3. No sooner the Globe he resolved o’er to range Then of linen, he packed in his bag up a change To give Mankind the bag, he thought it no harm So his bag he took with him just under his arm. 4. In the Morning it was, he first took his flight And in Greece on a Turkey, he supp’d the same night – He dined on his way, at Hamberg, upon Ham – And in Tartary, sipp’d his Bohe with the Cham. 5. In the Artic regeons, twas he took his lunc And on an Ice-burg – why he drank Ice’d punch. His heart was so full, it he couldn’t control So he sat and he sung on the famous North Pole. 6. He paid him a visit to Venus and Mars To the Sun, to the Moon, and the seven stars He shook hands with Satan, and then I declare That he had a hug of the very great Bear. 7. With a fiery Comit, he then tried his pace And in spite of its tail why he won the race But much further of, he couldn’t well roam For he sing’d all his wings, and was forced to come home. 8. Now I think that with me, you all will agree That a cleverer chap, sure there never could be But if what I have said, should not be quite right Why like him, I’ve indulged in fancy’s flight.	18370227
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
129	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/129	'Epitaph of Mary Hogarth'	Composed after the death of Mary Hogarth on 7 May 1837 (May 1837).	Dickens, Charles	<div id="dublin-core-source" class="element"> <div class="element-text"><span>'Epitaph of Mary Hogarth.' </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. 259<em>n</em>. Oxford University Press, 1965.</span></div> </div>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1837-05">1837-05</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>	1837-05_Epitaph_Mary_Hogarth		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Epitaph of Mary Hogarth' (May 1837). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/ 1837-05_Epitaph_Mary_Hogarth" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/<br />1837-05_Epitaph_Mary_Hogarth</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1837-05_Epitaph_Mary_Hogarth.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Epitaph of Mary Hogarth' (May 1837).</span></a>				Mary Scott Hogarth Died 7th May 1837 Young Beautiful And Good God In His Mercy Numbered Her With His Angels At the Early Age Of Seventeen	18370512
130	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/130	'Epitaph of Walter Landor Dickens'	Composed after the death of Walter Landor Dickens on the 31 December 1863 (February 1864).	Dickens, Charles	'Walter Savage Landor Dickens.' <em>The Dickensian</em> 7.2 (1911): 41-42.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1864-02">1864-02</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>	1864-02_Epitaph_Walter_Landor_Dickens		<span>Dickens, Charles. 'Epitaph of Walter Landor Dickens' (February 1864). </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1864-02_Epitaph_Walter_Landor_Dickens" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1864-02_Epitaph_Walter_Landor_Dickens</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1864-02_Epitaph_Walter_Landor_Dickens.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span>'Epitaph of Walter Landor Dickens' (February 1864).</span></a>				In memory of Lieut. WALTER LANDOR DICKENS, The second son of CHARLES DICKENS, who died At the Officers’ Hospital, Calcutta, On his way home on sick leave, December 31st, 1863, Aged 23 years	18640201
131	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/131	'Hidden Light'	Published in <em>Household Words</em> vol. X (26 August 1854), co-author Adelaide Anne Procter.	Dickens, Charles; Procter, Adelaide Anne	<div class="element-text"><em>Household Words<span> </span></em>Volume X (26 August 1854): p. 37.</div>; <em>Dickens Journals Online</em>, <a href="https://www.djo.org.uk/indexes/articles/hidden-light.html" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://www.djo.org.uk/indexes/articles/hidden-light.html</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1854-08-26">1854-08-26</a>		<span>Scanned material from <em>Dickens Journals Online</em>, </span><a href="http://www.djo.org.uk" id="LPNoLPOWALinkPreview" contenteditable="false" title="http://www.djo.org.uk">www.djo.org.uk</a>. A<span>vailable under CC BY licence.</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>	1854-08-26-Household_Words_Hidden_Light		<span>Dickens, Charles and Adelaide Anne Procter. 'Hidden Light.' </span><em>Household Words</em><span>, Volume X, p. 37. </span><em>Dickens Search.</em><span> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. </span><a href="https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1854-08-26_Household_Words_Hidden_Light">https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1854-08-26_Household_Words_Hidden_Light</a>.	<a href="https://dickenssearch.com/teibp/dist/content/1854-08-26_Household_Words_Hidden_Light.xml" target="_blank" rel="noopener">'Hidden Light.' <em>Household Words </em>vol. X (26 August 1854): p. 37.</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Periodical">Periodical</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EHousehold+Words%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>Household Words</em></a>		I MUCH mistrust the voice That says all hearts are cold: That mere self-interest reigns, And all is bought and bold. I much mistrust the man Who will not strive to find Some latent virtue in The soul of all mankind. Yes! If you say the fount Is seal'd and dry, I know It needs a wiser hand To make the waters flow. If you will still appeal To Evil rife in all, I know a demon band Will answer to your call. But when the Lord was gone, The Lord who came to save, Two Angels fair and bright Sat watching by the grave. And from that blessed hour, With an immortal mien, In every tomb of Good Some Angel sits unseen. The spell to bring it forth? With lowly gentle mind, With patient love and trust, Go seek – and ye shall find!	18540826	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Hidden_Light/1854-08-26_Household_Words_Hidden_Light.pdf
153	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/153	'Captain Boldheart's Song'	Published in 'Romance. From the Pen of Lieutenant-Colonel Robin Redforth,' No. III. <em>Holiday Romance</em>. <em>Our Young Folks,</em><span> vol.4, no. 1 (March 1868), pp. 193-200. Edited by J.T. Trowbridge and Lucy Larcom, p. 194.</span>	Dickens, Charles	<em>HathiTrust,</em><span> </span><a href="https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt/pt?id=pst.000052381508">https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt/pt?id=pst.000052381508</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=03-1868">03-1868</a>		<span>Public domain, Google-digitized</span>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Verse">Verse</a>	1868-03-Captain_Boldhearts_Song		Dickens, Charles. 'Captain Boldheart's Song' (March 1868). <em>Holiday Romance.</em> <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://www.dickenssearch.com/short-stories/1868-03-Captain_Boldhearts_Song">https://www.dickenssearch.com/short-stories/1868-03-Captain_Boldhearts_Song</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Periodical">Periodical</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EOur+Young+Folks%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>Our Young Folks</em></a>		O landsmen are folly! O Pirates are jolly! O Diddleum Dolly, Di! (Chorus.) Heave yo.	18680301	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Captain_Boldheart_s_Song/1868-03-Captain_Boldhearts_Song.pdf
154	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/154	'Song of the Green Savages'	Published in 'Romance. From the Pen of Lieutenant-Colonel Robin Redforth,' No. III. <em>Holiday Romance. Our Young Folks,</em> vol.4, no. 1 (March 1868), pp. 193-200. Edited by J.T. Trowbridge and Lucy Larcom, p. 197.	Dickens, Charles	<em>HathiTrust,</em><span> </span><a href="https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt/pt?id=pst.000052381508">https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt/pt?id=pst.000052381508</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=1868-03">1868-03</a>		Public domain, Google-digitised		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Verse">Verse</a>	1868-03_Song_of_the_Green_Savages		<div class="element-text five columns omega"> <p>Dickens, Charles. 'Song of the Green Savages' (March 1868).<span> </span><em>Holiday Romance. Dickens Search.</em><span> </span>Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date].<span> </span><a href="https://www.dickenssearch.com/short-stories/1868_03_Song_of_the_Green_Savages">https://www.dickenssearch.com/short-stories/1868_03_Song_of_the_Green_Savages</a>.</p> </div>		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Periodical">Periodical</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EOur+Young+Folks%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>Our Young Folks</em></a>		Choo a choo a choo tooth. Muntch, muntch. Nycey! Choo a choo a choo tooth. Muntch, muntch. Nyce!	18680301	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Song_of_the_Green_Savages/1868-03_Song_of_the_Green_Savages.pdf
176	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/176	'Bob Tarter's Parody'	Published in 'The Schoolboy's Story,' <em>Household Words,</em> Vol. VIII, no. 196, New Year Number, 18 February 1854, pp. 409-13.	Dickens, Charles	<em>Dickens Journals Online,</em> <a href="https://www.djo.org.uk/household-words/volume-viii/page-610.html">https://www.djo.org.uk/household-words/volume-viii/page-610.html</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1854-02-18">1854-02-18</a>		<span>Scanned material from <em>Dickens Journals Online</em>, </span><a href="http://www.djo.org.uk" id="LPNoLPOWALinkPreview" contenteditable="false" title="http://www.djo.org.uk">www.djo.org.uk</a>. A<span>vailable under CC BY licence.</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>	1854-02-18-Bob-Tarters-Parody		Dickens, Charles. 'Bob Tarter's Parody' (18 February 1854). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://www.dickenssearch.com/verse/1854-02-18-Bob-Tarters-Parody">https://www.dickenssearch.com/verse/1854-02-18-Bob-Tarters-Parody</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=94&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Periodical">Periodical</a>	<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=93&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EHousehold+Words%3C%2Fem%3E"><em>Household Words</em></a>		Who made believe to be so meek That we could hardly hear him speak, Yet turned out an Informing Sneak? Old Cheeseman.	18540218	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Bob_Tarter_s_Parody/1854-2-18-Bob_Tarters_Parody.pdf
217	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/217	'Lady Bowley's Song for the Villagers'	Published in <em>The Chimes: A Goblin Story of Some Bells that Rang an Old Year Out and a New Year In</em> (Chapman and Hall, 1844), p. 63.	Dickens, Charles	<em>Hathi Trust,</em> <a href="https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/002606872">https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/002606872</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1844-12">1844-12</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>	1844-12-Lady_Bowleys_Song_for_the_Villagers		Dickens, Charles. 'Lady Bowley's Song for the Villagers' (December 1844). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. <a href="https://www.dickenssearch.com/verse/1844-12-Lady_Bowleys_Song_for_the_Villagers">https://www.dickenssearch.com/verse/1844-12-Lady_Bowleys_Song_for_the_Villagers</a>.					Oh let us love our occupations, Bless the squire and his relations, Live upon our daily rations, And always know our proper stations.	18441201	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Lady_Bowley_s_Song_for_the_Villagers/1844-12-Lady_Bowleys_Song_for_the_Villagers.pdf
218	https://dickenssearch.com/items/show/218	'Song of the Kettle'	Published in <em>The Cricket on the Hearth. A Fairy Tale of Home</em> (Bradbury and Evans, December 1845), p.7.		<em>Hathi Trust,</em> <a href="https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/102287704">https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/102287704</a>.		<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=40&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1845-12">1845-12</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>	1845-12-Song_of_the_Kettle		Dickens, Charles. 'Song of the Kettle' (1845). <em>Dickens Search.</em> Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. <a href="https://www.dickenssearch.com/verse/1846-12-Song_of_the_Kettle">https://www.dickenssearch.com/verse/1846-12-Song_of_the_Kettle</a>.					It’s a dark night, sang the Kettle, and the rotten leaves are lying by the way; and, above, all is mist and darkness, and below, all is mire and clay; and there’s only one relief in all the sad and murky air; and I don’t know that it is one, for it’s nothing but a glare, of deep and angry crimson, where the sun and wind together, set a brand upon the clouds for being guilty of such weather; and the widest open country is a long dull streak of black; and there’s hoar-frost on the finger-post, and thaw upon the track; and the ice it isn’t water, and the water isn’t free; and you couldn’t say that anything is what it ought to be; but he’s coming, coming, coming!—	18451201	https://dickenssearch.com/files/original/3/Song_of_the_Kettle/1845-12-Song_of__the_Kettle.pdf