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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... sweet as dew , and words as soft as rain But they have heard her father's step , and in he leaps again ! Out spoke the ancient fisherman : “ Oh , what was that , my daughter ? " 66 ' Twas nothing but a pebble , sir , I threw into the ...
... sweet as dew , and words as soft as rain But they have heard her father's step , and in he leaps again ! Out spoke the ancient fisherman : “ Oh , what was that , my daughter ? " 66 ' Twas nothing but a pebble , sir , I threw into the ...
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... Sweet , when the morn is gray ; Sweet , when they've cleared away Lunch ; and at close of day Possibly sweetest : I have a liking old For thee , though manifold Stories , I know , are told , Not to thy credit ; How one ( or two at most ) ...
... Sweet , when the morn is gray ; Sweet , when they've cleared away Lunch ; and at close of day Possibly sweetest : I have a liking old For thee , though manifold Stories , I know , are told , Not to thy credit ; How one ( or two at most ) ...
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... sweet as those said flowers . The birds aforesaid - happy pairs -- Love , ' mid the aforesaid boughs , inshrines In freehold nests ; themselves their heirs , Administrators , and assigns . O busiest term of Cupid's Court , Where tender ...
... sweet as those said flowers . The birds aforesaid - happy pairs -- Love , ' mid the aforesaid boughs , inshrines In freehold nests ; themselves their heirs , Administrators , and assigns . O busiest term of Cupid's Court , Where tender ...
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... sweet young housemaids what's The art of trapping lovers . " The things I've done ' neath moon and stars Have got me into messes : I've seen the sky through prison bars , I've torn up prison dresses : " I've sat , I've sigh'd , I've ...
... sweet young housemaids what's The art of trapping lovers . " The things I've done ' neath moon and stars Have got me into messes : I've seen the sky through prison bars , I've torn up prison dresses : " I've sat , I've sigh'd , I've ...
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... sweet summers , made my bosom thrill ! Will a swallow - or a swift , or some bird - Fly to her and say , I love her still ? Say my life's a desert drear and arid , To its one green spot I aye recur : Never , never - although three times ...
... sweet summers , made my bosom thrill ! Will a swallow - or a swift , or some bird - Fly to her and say , I love her still ? Say my life's a desert drear and arid , To its one green spot I aye recur : Never , never - although three times ...
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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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