Pom-pom

“ And the way he crow'!" continued Jacqueline. "Of course," she said in that reflective tone which I soon learned to associate with the teachings of Aunt Gabrielle, "ever' rooster likes to hear his own crow; but poor old Pom-Pom, who had only been catching flies, kep' looking more and more sheepish and—what you call it? Inexpensive, you know?—that at last he simply could n' stand it any longer. Out he went, breathing hard—"
"Breathing hard?" ”

“ Pomade, po-mād′, n. a preparation of fine inodorous fat, such as lard or suet, used instead of liquid oil for the hair—also Pomā′tum.—v.t. to anoint with pomade. [Fr. pommade—It. pomada, pommata, lip-salve—L. pomum, an apple.]
Pomander, pō-man′dėr, n. (Shak.) a perfumed ball, or box containing perfumes, formerly supposed to ward off infection. [O. Fr. pomme d'ambre, apple of amber.]
Pome, pōm, n. an apple or a fruit like an apple: a small globe of silver or the like, filled with hot water, on which in cold weather the priest at mass warms his numbed hands.—n. ”

“ Enter Pompey.
Pom. I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house of profession: one would think it were Mistress Overdone’s own house, for here be many of her old customers. First, here’s young Master Rash; he’s in for a commodity 5 of brown paper and old ginger, nine-score and seventeen pounds; of which he made five marks, ready money: marry, then ginger was not much in request, for the old women were all dead. Then is there here one Master Caper, at the suit of Master Three-pile the mercer, for some four 10 suits of peach-coloured satin, which now peaches him a beggar. ”

“ Pom. Thou hast seru'd me with much faith: what's
else to say? Be iolly Lords
Anth. These Quicke-sands Lepidus,
Keepe off, them for you sinke
Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?
Pom. What saist thou?
Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world?
That's twice
Pom. How should that be?
Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me
poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world
Pom. Hast thou drunke well
Men. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup,
Thou art if thou dar'st be, the earthly Ioue:
What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't
Pom. ”

“ An excellent apple either for culinary or dessert use. It is in season from November to March.
The tree is hardy, a vigorous grower, and an abundant bearer. The flowers are very late in expanding, and are, therefore, not liable to be injured by spring frosts.
30. BEST BACHE.—Knight. Identification.—Pom. Heref. t. 16. Lind. Guide, 194. Synonyme.—Bache’s Kernel, Acc. Pom. Heref.
Fruit, medium sized; oblong, with obtuse angles on the sides, which extend to the apex. Skin, yellow, shaded with pale red, and streaked [Pg 37] with darker red, interspersed with a few black specks. ”

“ They are so
Pom. Sit, and some Wine: A health to Lepidus
Lep. I am not so well as I should be:
But Ile ne're out
Enob. Not till you haue slept: I feare me you'l bee in
till then
Lep. Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyramisis are very goodly things: without contradiction I haue heard that
Menas. Pompey, a word
Pomp. Say in mine eare, what is't
Men. Forsake thy seate I do beseech thee Captaine,
And heare me speake a word
Pom. ”

“ It is not very generally cultivated, but ought to form one even in the smallest collections.
21. BEAUTY OF KENT.—Fors. Identification.—Fors. Treat. 93. Lind. Guide, 27. Hort. Soc. Cat. ed. 3, n. 37. Down. Fr. Amer. 81. Synonyme.—Kentish Pippin, of some, Acc. Hort. Soc. Cat. Figures.—Brook. Pom. Brit. pl. xc. f. 6. Ron. Pyr. Mal. pl. xv. f. 1.
Fruit, large; roundish-ovate, broad and flattened at the base, and narrowing towards the apex, where it is terminated by several prominent angles. Skin, deep yellow slightly tinged with green, and marked with faint patches of red, on the shaded side ”

“ Every inch of his garments is resplendent with diamonds, rubies, and pearls, his very fingers are hidden by the rings which sparkle upon them. Pomp is the very breath of his life. And his countenance well becomes this splendour. It is a mild, gentle, radiant face, like the face of a father when he moves softly among his loving children. His large, melancholy eyes rest kindly on the face of everyone he beholds; his smooth, delicate forehead is quite free from wrinkles. ”

“ I can jump over a stick, O yes; and I can run very fast. I can run as fast as Pomp, the baker’s dog; and Pomp is a big dog.
I like to run races with Pomp. He never bites a little dog. We like to run after birds. But we never catch any birds. They fly away when we come near. I wonder how the birds fly. Pomp and I cannot fly.
My master has a cow. Her name is Betty. She is a good cow. She gives nice, white milk. I do not care much for milk. I like a bone better. But old Tab, the cat, likes milk. I like to see Tab drink milk. She laps it up very fast.
I drive Betty to pasture every day. ”

“ One day, while they were thus sobbing and crying, lo and behold! a beautiful pomelo tree grew up out of the grave, covered with fresh, ripe pomeloes, and the children satisfied their hunger by eating some of the fruit, and every day after this, instead of trying to eat the bad dinner their stepmother provided for them, they used to go out to their mother’s grave and eat the pommels which grew there on the beautiful tree. ”

“ It was the one who would go to perdition for me if I bade him—Pompo. If Pompo had been a woman he—or she—would have died for love of me. Why can't I make you love me? Why can't I magnetize you with my eyes, with my voice? Look at me, Elsie. ”

“ A far hardier plant than the melon, in a rich soil and warm situation, the pumpkin, or, as it was formerly, and we are told still ought to be called, the pompion, grows luxuriantly and ripens its fruit perfectly in the open air in England ”

“ I am your man, Pommers, and you are my horse, and this night you shall own it or I will never need horse again. My spirit against thine, and God hold thy spirit high, Pommers, so that the greater be the adventure, and the more hope of honor gained! ”

“ Pommadeur, m. (popular) , flatterer, one who gives “soft sawder;” man who buys damaged furniture and sells it again after having filled up the cracks with putty.
Pommadin, m. (popular) , assistant to a hair-dresser; swell, or “gorger.” See Gommeux.
Pommard, m. (old cant) , cider. From pomme, apple.
Pomme, f. (popular and thieves’) , head, or “tibby;” face, or “mug.” See Tronche.
Allons, ho! fais-moi voir ta pomme;
Rapplique un peu sous l’bec ed’gaz,
J’te gob’; faut profiter de l’occas’. ”

“ For one that has never seen it, the Pomp is incredible. The Stateliness of the Processions, the Richness of Vestments and sacred Utensils that are display'd, the fine Painting and Sculpture that are expos'd at that Time, the Variety of good Voices and Musical Instruments that are heard, the Profusion of Wax-Candles, the Magnificence which the Whole is perform'd with, and the vast Concourse of People, that is occasion'd by those Solemnities, are all such, that it is impossible to describe them. ”

“ So the woman went, and did as she was told, and she called for six pumpkins, one for each child, and six came down, and she carried them home; and now they always had pumpkins enough to eat, for whenever they wanted any, the woman had only to go to the tree and call, and they had as many as they liked. ”

“ For being a bawd, for being a bawd.
LUCIO.
Well, then, imprison him. If imprisonment be the due of a bawd, why, ’tis his right. Bawd is he doubtless, and of antiquity, too. Bawd born. Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison, Pompey. You will turn good husband now, Pompey; you will keep the house.
POMPEY.
I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.
LUCIO.
No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase your bondage. If you take it not patiently, why, your mettle is the more. Adieu, trusty Pompey.—Bless you, friar.
DUKE.
And you. ”

“ Le garçon chargé des commandes vole vers les cuisines et s’écrie d’une voix retentissante, ‘Deux biftecks, dont un aux pommes, soigné!’ Le mot fit fortune. C’est depuis ce jour qu’on dit, Aux pommes, pour soigné.” (Military) C’est comme des pommes, it is useless.
Pommé, adj. (familiar and popular) , excessive, “awful.” Bêtise pommée, great stupidity.
[352]
Pommer, or paumer (thieves’ and cads’) , to apprehend, “to nail,” or “to smug.”
Enfin que’qu’fois quand on m’pomme,
J’couch’ au post’. C’est chouett’, c’est chaud,
Et c’est là qu’on trouve, en somme,
Les gens les plus comme il faut. ”

“ When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before;
What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye,
What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie? ”

“ And the girl was glad, and that night she was able to have supper herself, and next day another woman borrowed her pot, and then another and another, for never were known so many accidents as befell the village pots at that time. She soon grew quite fat with all the corn she earned with the help of her pot, and then one evening she picked up a pumpkin seed in a corner, and planted it near her well, and it sprang up, and gave her many pumpkins. ”

“ Ah, Pam, Pam, Pam! Do you see that queer little hunched-up shadow, carrying a shapeless lump of a basket, that keeps close by your side as you cross the road and lay your finger upon the latch of the tarred wooden wicket? It is the little old lady, as plain as plain can be. ”

“ I love red poppies! Red, silken, swaying poppies!
Deep in their hearts they keep
A magic cure for woe—a draught of Lethe—
A lotus-gift of sleep.
I love red poppies! Soft silver-stemmed, red poppies,
That from the rain and sun
Gather a balm to heal some earth-born sorrow,
When their glad day is done. ”

“ Pomp learned so well, and afforded such amusement to those who saw his tricks, that the thought occurred to John, "What if I try to earn some money by exhibiting Pomp?"
So John exhibited him in a small way, to some of the neighbors, and with so much success, that he bought another dog and a monkey, and began to teach all three to play tricks together.
A kind lady, who had been informed of his efforts to do something for his aunt, made some nice dresses for the dogs [73] and the monkey. The pictures will show you how the animals looked when dressed up for an exhibition. ”

“ What if I had had a pop like his, instead of the kinda wonderful pop I had, who made it easy for Mom to be happy, which is why maybe Mom was always singing around our kitchen, even when she was tired, and also why, whenever Pop came into our house after being gone awhile, Mom would look up quick from whatever she was doing and give him a nice look, and sometimes they'd be awful glad to see each other, and Pop would give her a great big hug like pops are supposed to do to moms. ”

“ For Pomona now is on her way.
[A Trumpeter appears and blows his horn, each time before a fruit or group of fruits enter.]
Apples:
Apples rosy, Apples red,
See us nodding overhead;
Apples rosy, round and sweet,
Everywhere are good to eat.
[Dance around in couples, and line up at back of stage.]
Pears:
We are Pears, so very shy,
Scarcely nodding to passersby;
As we heard Pomona call,
We’ll do her honor one and all.
[Dance in a circle, and line up beside Apples.]
Bananas:
We’re Bananas, spick and spandy,
And you always find us handy ”

“ The young fellows are all agaze. What is this? Young Pompilius, not three months married, bows to her, with a visible spasm at the heart, as she hurries by, full in view of his young wife, who hides her mortification within the curtains of her litter, and hastens home to solitude and tears. ”

“ POMPDEBILE. Be quiet! You have been discharged! (He starts to descend, when a HERALD bursts through the door in a state of great excitement. He kneels before POMPDEBILE.)
HERALD. We have found him; we have found him, Your Majesty. In fact,I found him all by myself! He was sitting under the shrubbery eating a tart. I stumbled over one of his legs and fell. "How easy it is to send man and all his pride into the dust," he said, and then—I saw him!
POMPDEBILE. Eating a tart! Eating a tart, did you say? The scoundrel! Bring him here immediately. ”

“ POMPDEBILE (shouting) . Don't call us Pompy.
VIOLETTA. Excuse me, Pomp—
(Checking herself.)
KNAVE. And yet I think I remember hearing of an emperor, a great emperor, named Pompey.
POMPDEBILE. We know him not. Begin at once; the people are clamoring at the gates. Bring the ingredients.
(The PASTRY COOKS open the door, and, single file, six little boys march in, bearing large jars labeled butter, salt, flour, pepper, cinnamon, and milk. The COOKS place a table and a large bowl and a pan in front of the LADY VIOLETTA and give her a spoon. The six little boys stand three on each side.) ”

“ Question me no more. When the time comes for you to throw a certain braid of hair and a pomander into the fire——"
"I will never do that!"
"No? Well, you might keep the pomander, which is pure gold engraved with ancient signs and the name of the Shining Dawn, Dahana, in Sanskrit characters. Also the perfume it contains is precious, being blent with the herb vervain which is powerful against evil spirits."
[Pg 167] "It is not the pomander that I should keep, nor the pomander that holds the powerful spell."
"You—value the braid so much?"
"I value only one other beauty as highly."
"Yes, Roger?" ”