The Book of Humorous VerseGeorge H. Doran Company, 1920 - 962 psl. |
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... Father Prout 29 Oliver Herford 30 .A . A. Milne 31 Unknown 32 W. M. Thackeray 33 34 34 Edwin Arlington Robinson 35 36 38 .H . C. Bunner 40 41 42 42 44 46 Thomas R. Ybarra 47 48 49 49 50 ..Charles Battell Loomis 51 Harlan Hoge Ballard 52 ...
... Father Prout 29 Oliver Herford 30 .A . A. Milne 31 Unknown 32 W. M. Thackeray 33 34 34 Edwin Arlington Robinson 35 36 38 .H . C. Bunner 40 41 42 42 44 46 Thomas R. Ybarra 47 48 49 49 50 ..Charles Battell Loomis 51 Harlan Hoge Ballard 52 ...
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... Father Prout .James Tytler PAGE 209 210 211 212 214 214 216 Unknown 217 Sir John Suckling 218 .James Hogg 218 .John Vance Cheney 220 H. E. Clarke 221 Clinton Scollard 222 ..... Arthur Grissom 223 A Ballade of Suicide Finnigan to ...
... Father Prout .James Tytler PAGE 209 210 211 212 214 214 216 Unknown 217 Sir John Suckling 218 .James Hogg 218 .John Vance Cheney 220 H. E. Clarke 221 Clinton Scollard 222 ..... Arthur Grissom 223 A Ballade of Suicide Finnigan to ...
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... Father Molloy Robert Southey 298 Samuel Lover 307 Boston Nursery Rhymes The Oubit The Owl - Critic What Will We Do ? Life in Laconics On Knowing When to Stop Rev. Gabe Tucker's Remarks Thursday Sky - Making The Positivists Martial in ...
... Father Molloy Robert Southey 298 Samuel Lover 307 Boston Nursery Rhymes The Oubit The Owl - Critic What Will We Do ? Life in Laconics On Knowing When to Stop Rev. Gabe Tucker's Remarks Thursday Sky - Making The Positivists Martial in ...
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... Father William The Poets at Tea How Often If I Should Die To - Night " The Day is Done Jacob " " Charles Stuart Calverley 469 Unknown 470 Edith Daniell 471 Charles Hanson Towne 471 Richard le Gallienne 472 Unknown 472 H. D. Traill 474 ...
... Father William The Poets at Tea How Often If I Should Die To - Night " The Day is Done Jacob " " Charles Stuart Calverley 469 Unknown 470 Edith Daniell 471 Charles Hanson Towne 471 Richard le Gallienne 472 Unknown 472 H. D. Traill 474 ...
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... Father William A Poe - ' em of Passion How the Daughters Come Down at Dunoon To an Importunate Host Cremation An Imitation of Wordsworth The Lay of the Love - Lorn Only Seven ' Twas Ever Thus C. F. Lummis H. Cholmondeley - Pennell ...
... Father William A Poe - ' em of Passion How the Daughters Come Down at Dunoon To an Importunate Host Cremation An Imitation of Wordsworth The Lay of the Love - Lorn Only Seven ' Twas Ever Thus C. F. Lummis H. Cholmondeley - Pennell ...
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562 psl. - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
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565 psl. - 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!
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578 psl. - 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, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...