The Book of Humorous VerseGeorge H. Doran Company, 1920 - 962 strani |
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... Sweet Home with Varia- tions An Old Song by New Singers More Impressions Phoebe Cary 494 . Phoebe Cary 494 John Keats 496 Stanley Huntley 497 H. C. Bunner 498 .A . C. Wilkie 506 Oscuro Wildgoose 509 Nursery Rhymes à la Mode A Maudle ...
... Sweet Home with Varia- tions An Old Song by New Singers More Impressions Phoebe Cary 494 . Phoebe Cary 494 John Keats 496 Stanley Huntley 497 H. C. Bunner 498 .A . C. Wilkie 506 Oscuro Wildgoose 509 Nursery Rhymes à la Mode A Maudle ...
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Uffia ' Tis Sweet to Roam Three Jovial Huntsmen King Arthur Hyder Iddle . The Ocean Wanderer Scientific Proof The Thingumbob Contents Harriet R. White xxiii PAGE 877 Unknown 878 Unknown 878 Unknown 879 Unknown 879 Unknown 879 .J . W ...
Uffia ' Tis Sweet to Roam Three Jovial Huntsmen King Arthur Hyder Iddle . The Ocean Wanderer Scientific Proof The Thingumbob Contents Harriet R. White xxiii PAGE 877 Unknown 878 Unknown 878 Unknown 879 Unknown 879 Unknown 879 .J . W ...
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... bedroom floors- And water jugs On open doors- Prepared with these cheap properties , amusing tricks to play Upon a friend a man may spend a most delightful day . 27 W. S. Gilbert . TO PHOEBE GENTLE , modest little flower , Sweet epitome.
... bedroom floors- And water jugs On open doors- Prepared with these cheap properties , amusing tricks to play Upon a friend a man may spend a most delightful day . 27 W. S. Gilbert . TO PHOEBE GENTLE , modest little flower , Sweet epitome.
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TO PHOEBE GENTLE , modest little flower , Sweet epitome of May , Love me but for half an hour , Love me , love me , little fay . " Sentences so fiercely flaming In your tiny , shell - like ear , I should always be exclaiming If I loved ...
TO PHOEBE GENTLE , modest little flower , Sweet epitome of May , Love me but for half an hour , Love me , love me , little fay . " Sentences so fiercely flaming In your tiny , shell - like ear , I should always be exclaiming If I loved ...
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... us of smiles when you've nothing to tell ; You hand us a nosegay of milliner's roses , And we cry with delight , " Oh , how sweet they do smell ! " A Familiar Letter Perhaps you will answer all needful conditions 36 Banter.
... us of smiles when you've nothing to tell ; You hand us a nosegay of milliner's roses , And we cry with delight , " Oh , how sweet they do smell ! " A Familiar Letter Perhaps you will answer all needful conditions 36 Banter.
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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.