The Book of Humorous VerseGeorge H. Doran Company, 1920 - 962 strani |
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... o'er us , The ovum was human from which you were hatched . No will of your own , with its puny compulsion , Can summon the spirit that quickens the lyre ; It comes , if at all , like the sibyl's convulsion , And touches the brain with a ...
... o'er us , The ovum was human from which you were hatched . No will of your own , with its puny compulsion , Can summon the spirit that quickens the lyre ; It comes , if at all , like the sibyl's convulsion , And touches the brain with a ...
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... a bit - or none Whatever ! That I might wander over hills , Establish friendship with a daisy , O'er pretty things like daffodils Go crazy ! That I might at the heavens gaze , Concern myself Ode to Work in Springtime.
... a bit - or none Whatever ! That I might wander over hills , Establish friendship with a daisy , O'er pretty things like daffodils Go crazy ! That I might at the heavens gaze , Concern myself Ode to Work in Springtime.
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... o'er the meadows far and wide I hear the bobolinks- ( We have no nightingales ! ) Song - sparrows warble on the tree , I hear the purling brook , And from the old manse on the lea Flies slow the cawing crow- ( In England ' twere a rook ...
... o'er the meadows far and wide I hear the bobolinks- ( We have no nightingales ! ) Song - sparrows warble on the tree , I hear the purling brook , And from the old manse on the lea Flies slow the cawing crow- ( In England ' twere a rook ...
Stran 88
... o'er the sea ; For they have been a bitter plague These last six weeks to me : It is not that I'm touched myself , For that I do not fear ; No female face hath shown me grace For many a bygone year . But ' tis the most infernal bore ...
... o'er the sea ; For they have been a bitter plague These last six weeks to me : It is not that I'm touched myself , For that I do not fear ; No female face hath shown me grace For many a bygone year . But ' tis the most infernal bore ...
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... o'er his grog ; And still I say , in a playful way- " Why you're a lucky dog ! " But oh ! it is the heaviest bore , Of all the bores I know , To have a friend who's lost his heart A short time ago . I really wish he'd do like me When I ...
... o'er his grog ; And still I say , in a playful way- " Why you're a lucky dog ! " But oh ! it is the heaviest bore , Of all the bores I know , To have a friend who's lost his heart A short time ago . I really wish he'd do like me When I ...
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Ahkond of Swat ain't Akhoond Arthur Guiterman BALLAD beautiful bird black crow blue Bouillabaisse Brown Charles Stuart Calverley cried dead dear drink Edward Lear face fair father fish Frederick Locker-Lampson Gelett Burgess girl give green grew hair hand head heard heart James Kenneth Stephen John King kiss knew lady laugh live look Lord maid maiden married Mary merry mind moon morning mother ne'er never night nose o'er Oliver Herford once play poor pray Purple Cow quoth rhyme rose round sigh sing smile song soul sure Swat sweet tail tears tell thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought took town turned Twas Unknown W. M. Thackeray W. S. Gilbert walk wife wind wine wonder words Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo young
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Stran 568 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton, his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! — Here's the house !' They all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits, and we are tired :" — Said Gilpin—
Stran 383 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Stran 583 - At half past nine by the meet'n'-house clock,— Just the hour of the Earthquake shock! —What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground! You see, of course, if you're not a dunce, How it went to pieces all at once,— All at once, and nothing first,— Just as bubbles do when they burst.
Stran 485 - You are old, father William" the young man said, " And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right ? " "In my youth," father William replied to his son, " I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.
Stran 688 - Body of turkey, head of owl, Wings a-droop like a rained-on fowl, Feathered and ruffled in every part, Skipper Ireson stood in the cart. Scores of women, old and young, Strong of muscle, and glib of tongue, Pushed and pulled up the rocky lane, Shouting and singing the shrill refrain: "Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o...
Stran 580 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot, In hub, tire, felloe, in spring, or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace — lurking still...
Stran 581 - Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he 'put her through.
Stran 567 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, "Well done!
Stran 869 - He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood. The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood. And burbled as it came!
Stran 565 - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. " I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the Calender Will lend his horse to go.