The Book of Humorous VerseGeorge H. Doran Company, 1920 - 962 Seiten |
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... gone to the war in Flanders ; His fame is like Alexander's ; But when will he come home ? Perhaps at Trinity Feast , or Perhaps he may come at Easter . Egad ! he had better make haste , or We fear he may never come . For Trinity Feast ...
... gone to the war in Flanders ; His fame is like Alexander's ; But when will he come home ? Perhaps at Trinity Feast , or Perhaps he may come at Easter . Egad ! he had better make haste , or We fear he may never come . For Trinity Feast ...
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... gone , Yes , gone from me past recall . Was I haply the lady's suitor ? Or her uncle ? I can't make out- Ask your governess , dears , or tutor . For myself , I'm in hopeless doubt As to why we were there , who on earth we were , And ...
... gone , Yes , gone from me past recall . Was I haply the lady's suitor ? Or her uncle ? I can't make out- Ask your governess , dears , or tutor . For myself , I'm in hopeless doubt As to why we were there , who on earth we were , And ...
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... gone ? Great Julius Cæsar ! Who's the Chap so bold and pinchey Thus to swipe the great da Vinci , Taking France's first Chef d'oeuvre Squarely from old Mr. Louvre , Easy as some pocket - picker Would remove our handkerchicker As we ride ...
... gone ? Great Julius Cæsar ! Who's the Chap so bold and pinchey Thus to swipe the great da Vinci , Taking France's first Chef d'oeuvre Squarely from old Mr. Louvre , Easy as some pocket - picker Would remove our handkerchicker As we ride ...
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... gone , May blithely wed the Earlie's son . " " The swan , " she said , " the lake's clear breast May barter for the eagle's nest ; The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn , Ben - Cruaichan fall , and crush Kilchurn ; Our kilted clans ...
... gone , May blithely wed the Earlie's son . " " The swan , " she said , " the lake's clear breast May barter for the eagle's nest ; The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn , Ben - Cruaichan fall , and crush Kilchurn ; Our kilted clans ...
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... , Milly , Milly , Billy , Right - left , left - right , That's right , all right , Knockety - nick , nickety - knock , " - Goes the kitchen clock . Lady Mine Weeks gone , still they're sitting , Milly 220 Love and Courtship.
... , Milly , Milly , Billy , Right - left , left - right , That's right , all right , Knockety - nick , nickety - knock , " - Goes the kitchen clock . Lady Mine Weeks gone , still they're sitting , Milly 220 Love and Courtship.
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Seite 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—
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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!
Seite 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.