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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... door latchet directly behind him , And sometimes to walk - whin the whiskey was bad ! ) The way I was bate from the night till the mornin ' , And thin from the mornin ' again till to bed , Should be unto aich sivinth son a sad warnin ...
... door latchet directly behind him , And sometimes to walk - whin the whiskey was bad ! ) The way I was bate from the night till the mornin ' , And thin from the mornin ' again till to bed , Should be unto aich sivinth son a sad warnin ...
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... , And I sit and watch for people at the door . I spent no time in looking For a girl to do my cooking , As I'm quite a clever hand at making stews ; But I had that fellow Friday Just to keep the A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY 13.
... , And I sit and watch for people at the door . I spent no time in looking For a girl to do my cooking , As I'm quite a clever hand at making stews ; But I had that fellow Friday Just to keep the A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY 13.
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... door . They scared at something and started , – I heard one little squall , And hell - to - split over the prairie Went team , Little Breeches and all . Hell - to - split over the prairie ! I was almost froze with skeer ; But we rousted ...
... door . They scared at something and started , – I heard one little squall , And hell - to - split over the prairie Went team , Little Breeches and all . Hell - to - split over the prairie ! I was almost froze with skeer ; But we rousted ...
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... door : Off flies the head and hits the floor , And breaks a window - pane . This made him cry with rage and spite : Well , let him cry ; it serves him right . A pretty thing , forsooth ! If he's to melt , all scalding hot , Half my ...
... door : Off flies the head and hits the floor , And breaks a window - pane . This made him cry with rage and spite : Well , let him cry ; it serves him right . A pretty thing , forsooth ! If he's to melt , all scalding hot , Half my ...
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... door . [ Exit JONES . Oily ( to his man ) . That's a rum customer , at any rate . Had I cut him as short as he cut me , How little hair upon his head would be ! But if kind friends will all our pains requite , We'll hope for better luck ...
... door . [ Exit JONES . Oily ( to his man ) . That's a rum customer , at any rate . Had I cut him as short as he cut me , How little hair upon his head would be ! But if kind friends will all our pains requite , We'll hope for better luck ...
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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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