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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... Dead BROUGH , ROBERT BARNABAS , 1828 1860 . My Lord Tomnoddy ― · 319 318 282 • 305 226 36 373 376 ― 1896 . 210 Brownell , Henry Howard , 1820 1872 . The Lawyer's Invocation to Spring BROWNING , ROBERT , 1812 — 1889 . The Pope and the ...
... Dead BROUGH , ROBERT BARNABAS , 1828 1860 . My Lord Tomnoddy ― · 319 318 282 • 305 226 36 373 376 ― 1896 . 210 Brownell , Henry Howard , 1820 1872 . The Lawyer's Invocation to Spring BROWNING , ROBERT , 1812 — 1889 . The Pope and the ...
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... dead As any nail in town , - For , though distress had cut him up , It could not cut him down ! A dozen men sat on his corpse , To find out why he died- And they buried Ben in four cross - roads , With a stake in his inside ! Thomas ...
... dead As any nail in town , - For , though distress had cut him up , It could not cut him down ! A dozen men sat on his corpse , To find out why he died- And they buried Ben in four cross - roads , With a stake in his inside ! Thomas ...
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... dead ; The Ahkoond is dead ! For the Ahkoond I mourn , Who wouldn't ? He strove to disregard the message stern , But he Ahkoodn't . Dead , dead , dead : ( Sorrow , Swats ! ) Swats wha hae wi ' Ahkoond bled , Swats whom he hath often led ...
... dead ; The Ahkoond is dead ! For the Ahkoond I mourn , Who wouldn't ? He strove to disregard the message stern , But he Ahkoodn't . Dead , dead , dead : ( Sorrow , Swats ! ) Swats wha hae wi ' Ahkoond bled , Swats whom he hath often led ...
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... Dead lies the great Ahkoond , The great Ahkoond of Swat Is not ! George Thomas Lanigan THE YARN OF THE " NANCY BELL " ' Twas on the shores that round our coast From Deal to Ramsgate span , That I found alone on a piece of stone An ...
... Dead lies the great Ahkoond , The great Ahkoond of Swat Is not ! George Thomas Lanigan THE YARN OF THE " NANCY BELL " ' Twas on the shores that round our coast From Deal to Ramsgate span , That I found alone on a piece of stone An ...
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... dead . But batins are said to agree wid some people ; And sure they were blessin's that caused me to grow Until I was almost as tall as a staple , --- And only fell short be an acre or so . Wan mornin ' whin I was ingaged in the gardin ...
... dead . But batins are said to agree wid some people ; And sure they were blessin's that caused me to grow Until I was almost as tall as a staple , --- And only fell short be an acre or so . Wan mornin ' whin I was ingaged in the gardin ...
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A Treasury of Humorous Poetry– Being a Compilation of Witty, Facetious, and ... Frederic Lawrence Knowles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
A Treasury of Humorous Poetry– Being a Compilation of Witty, Facetious, and ... Frederic Lawrence Knowles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
A Treasury of Humorous Poetry– Being a Compilation of Witty, Facetious, and ... Frederic Lawrence Knowles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
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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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