The Book of Humorous VerseGeorge H. Doran Company, 1920 - 962 psl. |
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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 Thomas R Ybarra.
... 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 Thomas R Ybarra.
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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 ...
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... 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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108 psl. - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
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