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... thought , as usual , men would say They were exceeding good . The Height of the Ridiculous They were so queer , 38 Banter The Height of the Ridiculous Rural Raptures A Fragment The Bitter Comfort in Affliction The Husband's Petition ...
... thought , as usual , men would say They were exceeding good . The Height of the Ridiculous They were so queer , 38 Banter The Height of the Ridiculous Rural Raptures A Fragment The Bitter Comfort in Affliction The Husband's Petition ...
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... thought To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase Of vagrant worm by early songster caught , Cried , " Served him right ! -it's not at all surprising ; The worm was punished , sir , for early rising ! " John G. Saxe . 45 TO THE ...
... thought To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase Of vagrant worm by early songster caught , Cried , " Served him right ! -it's not at all surprising ; The worm was punished , sir , for early rising ! " John G. Saxe . 45 TO THE ...
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... thought ' em lazy ; Now we adjudge ' em crazy ! Why , Horace was a daisy That was very much alive ! And the wisest of us know him As his Lydia verses show him , — Go , read that virile poem , - It is No. 25 . He was a very owl , sir ...
... thought ' em lazy ; Now we adjudge ' em crazy ! Why , Horace was a daisy That was very much alive ! And the wisest of us know him As his Lydia verses show him , — Go , read that virile poem , - It is No. 25 . He was a very owl , sir ...
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... thought ' twere mine , but still , I must ha ' told the one belongs to my twin brother Bill ! " Frederick Moxon . BALLAD OF THE PRIMITIVE JEST I AM an ancient Jest ! Paleolithic man In his arboreal nest The sparks of fun would fan ; My ...
... thought ' twere mine , but still , I must ha ' told the one belongs to my twin brother Bill ! " Frederick Moxon . BALLAD OF THE PRIMITIVE JEST I AM an ancient Jest ! Paleolithic man In his arboreal nest The sparks of fun would fan ; My ...
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... thought of bequathin ' a spool of your thread An ' yer thimble an ' scissors , it would have been kind . But pace to your ashes , ye plague of great men , Yer strength is departed , yer glory is past ; Ye'll never wield sceptre or ...
... thought of bequathin ' a spool of your thread An ' yer thimble an ' scissors , it would have been kind . But pace to your ashes , ye plague of great men , Yer strength is departed , yer glory is past ; Ye'll never wield sceptre or ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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—
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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.