The Book of Humorous VerseGeorge H. Doran Company, 1920 - 962 psl. |
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62 Banter Is there remark on matters grave That he may wish perchance to waive , Or thinks perhaps is rather slow , He stops it by " Exactly so . " It saves the trouble of a thought- No sour dispute can thence be sought ; It leaves the ...
62 Banter Is there remark on matters grave That he may wish perchance to waive , Or thinks perhaps is rather slow , He stops it by " Exactly so . " It saves the trouble of a thought- No sour dispute can thence be sought ; It leaves the ...
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... wish to be the Pope . The Sultan better pleases me , His is a life of jollity ; He's wives as many as he will , - I would the Sultan's throne then fill . But even he's a wretched man , He must obey the Alcoran ; He dare not drink one ...
... wish to be the Pope . The Sultan better pleases me , His is a life of jollity ; He's wives as many as he will , - I would the Sultan's throne then fill . But even he's a wretched man , He must obey the Alcoran ; He dare not drink one ...
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... wish he'd do like me When I was young and strong ; I formed a passion every week , But never kept it long . But he has not the sportive mood That always rescued me , And so I would all women could Be banished o'er the sea . For ' tis ...
... wish he'd do like me When I was young and strong ; I formed a passion every week , But never kept it long . But he has not the sportive mood That always rescued me , And so I would all women could Be banished o'er the sea . For ' tis ...
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... Wish , like the Dane , we a tail could unfold , Instead of remaining each one a stump orator . William Sawyer . SALAD To make this condiment , your poet begs The pounded yellow of two hard - boiled eggs ; Two boiled potatoes , passed ...
... Wish , like the Dane , we a tail could unfold , Instead of remaining each one a stump orator . William Sawyer . SALAD To make this condiment , your poet begs The pounded yellow of two hard - boiled eggs ; Two boiled potatoes , passed ...
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... wish he was here , that my glass He might by art magic replenish ; But since he is not - why , alas ! My ditty must come to a finish , - Because all the liquor is out ! William Maginn . The Irish Schoolmaster 103 THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER ...
... wish he was here , that my glass He might by art magic replenish ; But since he is not - why , alas ! My ditty must come to a finish , - Because all the liquor is out ! William Maginn . The Irish Schoolmaster 103 THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER ...
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865 psl. - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch ! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch...
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.
932 psl. - Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away!...
565 psl. - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig.
381 psl. - 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.
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'.
423 psl. - It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
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!
579 psl. - 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.
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...