Image from page 96 of “The English dance of death, from the designs of Thomas Rowlandson;” (1903)

Image from page 96 of “The English dance of death, from the designs of Thomas Rowlandson;” (1903)
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Title: The English dance of death, from the designs of Thomas Rowlandson;
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Combe, William, 1742-1823 Rowlandson, Thomas, 1756-1827
Subjects: Dance of death
Publisher: London, Methuen and co.
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
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t at two,To give his appetite its cue;The coach then drew up to the door,And gave him exercise till four.At five the steady bell informdThat dinners ready to be stormd.But a sad day arrivd at last,When, as he viewd the rich repast,DEATH enterd, to proclaim a fast;And freely took an empty chairWhich happend to be standing there.Up starts the Knight, with hideous grin,The napkin dangling from his chin :The Cook, with apprehension big,Drops from his hands the roasted pig;The women screamd, the dishes chatterd;The floor with sauce was all bespatterd;When the Knight thought twere best be civil,And hold the candle to the Devil.1 Do lay that ugly dart aside: A knife and fork shall be supplied.1 Come, change your glass for one of mine,1 That shall appear brimfull of wine.1 Perhaps youre hungry, and may feel A hankering to make a meal; 62 ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 1 So without compliment or words, Partake of what the house affords.1 Avaunt, cried Death, no more ado1 1m come to make a meal of you.

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o ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 6% THE RECRUIT SERJEANT Let the drums inviting soundCall the brave, gallant youth around,From the wood-side and the vale,And shaded hamlet in the dale :Let them listen to my story,Of Wars renown—of Death and Glory.By me, your noble King commandsHis loyal peoples hearts and hands.Here, my fine Lads, th inspiring word;And change your sickles for the sword.Let coward spirits meanly toil,To sow the seed or plough the soil:Let others reap the ripend grain ;Harvests of honour he 11 obtain,Who seeks the pointed spear to wield,And gather Fame in tented Field.Let the drums enlivning soundInspire the village heroes round. 64 ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH I m tird, said Tom, of this same home,And oft have longd abroad to roam.I like the rattle of the drum;And, Serjeant, to enlist I m come.Nay, while its noise the women fright,Egad, it makes me long to fight;And all, within the hundred, know,That I can give a sturdy blow.Ay, and, at cudgel-playing, IHave often gaind the victor

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