The Book of Humorous VerseGeorge H. Doran Company, 1920 - 962 psl. |
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... Rest ! " , Songs without Words , " " What Will We Do ? " . " The Charles Scribner's Sons : For permission to use Dinkey - Bird , " " Dutch Lullaby , " " The Little Peach , " " The Truth About Horace , " by Eugene Field . CONTENTS I ...
... Rest ! " , Songs without Words , " " What Will We Do ? " . " The Charles Scribner's Sons : For permission to use Dinkey - Bird , " " Dutch Lullaby , " " The Little Peach , " " The Truth About Horace , " by Eugene Field . CONTENTS I ...
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... Rest ! Imitation The Mighty Must Midsummer Madness Mavrone VII : BURLESQUE Charles Stuart Calverley 372 .Oliver Wendell Holmes 374 Robert J. Burdette 374 Anthony C. Deane 375 W. S. Gilbert 376 Unknown 377 . Arthur Guiterman 378 Contents ...
... Rest ! Imitation The Mighty Must Midsummer Madness Mavrone VII : BURLESQUE Charles Stuart Calverley 372 .Oliver Wendell Holmes 374 Robert J. Burdette 374 Anthony C. Deane 375 W. S. Gilbert 376 Unknown 377 . Arthur Guiterman 378 Contents ...
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... - feelin ' at his best , With the risin ' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest Two Men 35 As he leaves the house , bare 34 Banter When Moonlike Ore the Hazure Seas W M Thackeray When the Frost is on the Punkin James Whitcomb ...
... - feelin ' at his best , With the risin ' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest Two Men 35 As he leaves the house , bare 34 Banter When Moonlike Ore the Hazure Seas W M Thackeray When the Frost is on the Punkin James Whitcomb ...
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... rest , I'm dear to Moll and Nan ! I am a Merry Jest ! ENVOY : Prince , you may storm and ban- Joe Millers are a pest , Suppress me if you can ! I am a Merry Jest ! Andrew Lang . How to Eat Watermelons VILLANELLE OF THINGS AMUSING THESE ...
... rest , I'm dear to Moll and Nan ! I am a Merry Jest ! ENVOY : Prince , you may storm and ban- Joe Millers are a pest , Suppress me if you can ! I am a Merry Jest ! Andrew Lang . How to Eat Watermelons VILLANELLE OF THINGS AMUSING THESE ...
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... rest ? Anthony C. Deane . AN OLD BACHELOR ' Twas raw , and chill , and cold outside , With a boisterous wind untamed , But I was sitting snug within , Where my good log - fire flamed . As my clock ticked , My cat purred , And my kettle ...
... rest ? Anthony C. Deane . AN OLD BACHELOR ' Twas raw , and chill , and cold outside , With a boisterous wind untamed , But I was sitting snug within , Where my good log - fire flamed . As my clock ticked , My cat purred , And my kettle ...
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ain't Arcady Ballad bird black crow blow blue Brown Charles Charles Stuart Calverley cried crow dead dear Edward Lear eyes face fair father Frederick Locker-Lampson Gelett Burgess girl give Gray grew hair hand head heard heart James James Kenneth Stephen John King kiss lady land laugh live look Lord maid maiden married Mary merry moon morning Mortimer Collins mother ne'er never night nose o'er poor pray proputty Purple Cow quoth rhyme Richard Harris Barham rose round Sam Walter Foss sigh sing smile song soul sure sweet tail tears tell thee There's thing Thomas Thomas Hood thou thought took town turned Twas Unknown W. M. Thackeray W. S. Gilbert walk wife William wine woman wonder Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo young
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