A Treasury of Humorous Poetry: Being a Compilation of Witty, Facetious, and Satirical Verse Selected from the Writings of British and American PoetsFrederic Lawrence Knowles Page, 1902 - 407 psl. |
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... John Hay , Oliver Wendell Holmes , James Russell Lowell , John Godfrey Saxe , Edward Rowland Sill , X PREFACE.
... John Hay , Oliver Wendell Holmes , James Russell Lowell , John Godfrey Saxe , Edward Rowland Sill , X PREFACE.
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... John Godfrey Saxe , Edward Rowland Sill , Bayard Taylor , Charles Henry Webb . Further acknowledgments : Century Company : Irwin Russell . Dodd , Mead & Co .: Paul Laurence Dunbar . Bowen - Merrill Co .: James Whitcomb Riley . Lee and ...
... John Godfrey Saxe , Edward Rowland Sill , Bayard Taylor , Charles Henry Webb . Further acknowledgments : Century Company : Irwin Russell . Dodd , Mead & Co .: Paul Laurence Dunbar . Bowen - Merrill Co .: James Whitcomb Riley . Lee and ...
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... John Gilpin CROFFUT , WILLIAM AUGUSTUS , 1836 A Dirge Clam - soup DAY , HOLMAN F. , 1865 - Aunt Shaw's Pet Jug Cure for Homesickness Grampy Sings a Song Tale of the Kennebec Mariner . Uncle Tascus and the Deed DIBDIN , CHARLES , 1745 ...
... John Gilpin CROFFUT , WILLIAM AUGUSTUS , 1836 A Dirge Clam - soup DAY , HOLMAN F. , 1865 - Aunt Shaw's Pet Jug Cure for Homesickness Grampy Sings a Song Tale of the Kennebec Mariner . Uncle Tascus and the Deed DIBDIN , CHARLES , 1745 ...
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... CHARLES GRAHAM , 1829 1868 . Feminine Arithmetic 117 HAMILTON , EDWIN , 1849- The Chimpanzor and the Chimpanzee HARRIS , JOEL CHANDLER , 1848 Revival Hymn 191 97 HAY , JOHN , 1838 HARTE , FRANCIS BRET xvi INDEX OF AUTHORS.
... CHARLES GRAHAM , 1829 1868 . Feminine Arithmetic 117 HAMILTON , EDWIN , 1849- The Chimpanzor and the Chimpanzee HARRIS , JOEL CHANDLER , 1848 Revival Hymn 191 97 HAY , JOHN , 1838 HARTE , FRANCIS BRET xvi INDEX OF AUTHORS.
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... JOHN , 1838 HARTE , FRANCIS BRET , 1839 1902 . Plain Language from Truthful James The Society upon the Stanislaus To the Pliocene Skull Little Breeches PAGE I 17 372 33 HEBER , REGINALD , 1783- 1826 . Sympathy · 339 HENLEY , WILLIAM ...
... JOHN , 1838 HARTE , FRANCIS BRET , 1839 1902 . Plain Language from Truthful James The Society upon the Stanislaus To the Pliocene Skull Little Breeches PAGE I 17 372 33 HEBER , REGINALD , 1783- 1826 . Sympathy · 339 HENLEY , WILLIAM ...
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Ahkoond ain't Behave yoursel blue Brown captain's gig Charles Charles Godfrey Leland Charles Stuart Calverley cried d'ye think dance dear eyes fair father folks Fuzzy-Wuzzy Gilpin girl give goes hair hand head hear heard heart Hot Cross Bun humorous Irishman John John Godfrey Saxe Jones kiss lady legs Lewis Carroll live look Lord maid Mamma married Mister morning mother ne'er never night niversity of Gottingen nose Number o'er Oily ould Paddy play poem pray pretty proputty rhymes rose round Sally Brown Sam Walter Foss Samuel Lover sighed sing smile song soul sure Swat sweet tail talk Tascus tell thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought took town true to Poll twas verse vulgar Boy Widow wife William Winthrop Mackworth Praed wonder young
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