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. |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–5 iš 44
10 psl.
... talk when the mischief is done ; 66 Who knows but some day ye may want for a brother , And thin ye'll be glad that yere girl is a son ! " ( The wimmin are prophets , wheriver ye find ' em ; For many's the time I have help'd me poor dad ...
... talk when the mischief is done ; 66 Who knows but some day ye may want for a brother , And thin ye'll be glad that yere girl is a son ! " ( The wimmin are prophets , wheriver ye find ' em ; For many's the time I have help'd me poor dad ...
12 psl.
... talk'd of the nateness of Misther MacShane ! Whiniver the night spread abroad her dark pinions , Thim childers would chatter like monkeys in pain ; And thin I was call'd from me drame - land dominions To comfort the spalpeens of Misther ...
... talk'd of the nateness of Misther MacShane ! Whiniver the night spread abroad her dark pinions , Thim childers would chatter like monkeys in pain ; And thin I was call'd from me drame - land dominions To comfort the spalpeens of Misther ...
34 psl.
... talk , As , her hand within mine , we wander'd Tow'rd the pool by the lime - tree walk , While the dew fell in showers from the passion flowers And the blush - rose bent on her stalk . I cannot recall her figure : Was it regal as 34 A ...
... talk , As , her hand within mine , we wander'd Tow'rd the pool by the lime - tree walk , While the dew fell in showers from the passion flowers And the blush - rose bent on her stalk . I cannot recall her figure : Was it regal as 34 A ...
42 psl.
... talk to Sam ) , So what does he , but takes , and drags Me in the chaise along the flags , And leaves me where I am . My father's walls are made of brick , But not so tall and not so thick As these ; and , goodness me ! My father's ...
... talk to Sam ) , So what does he , but takes , and drags Me in the chaise along the flags , And leaves me where I am . My father's walls are made of brick , But not so tall and not so thick As these ; and , goodness me ! My father's ...
57 psl.
... talking . " There were noblemen in coronets , and military cousins , There were captains by the hundred , there were baronets by dozens . Yet she heeded not their offers , but dismissed them with a blessing ; Then she let down all her ...
... talking . " There were noblemen in coronets , and military cousins , There were captains by the hundred , there were baronets by dozens . Yet she heeded not their offers , but dismissed them with a blessing ; Then she let down all her ...
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
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 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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
Populiarios ištraukos
202 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...
127 psl. - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
129 psl. - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
19 psl. - Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth. (This is a moral that runs at large; Take it. You're welcome. No extra charge.) FIRST OF NOVEMBER, — the Earthquake-day. — There are traces of age in the one-hoss shay, A general flavor of mild decay, But nothing local as one may say.
289 psl. - A sect whose chief devotion lies In odd perverse antipathies ; In falling out with that or this, And finding somewhat still amiss ; More peevish, cross, and splenetic...
3 psl. - And I never larf, and I never smile, And I never lark nor play, But sit and croak, and a single joke I have — which is to say: "Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig!
125 psl. - Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest men and bonnie lasses).
214 psl. - GOOD people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Isling town there was a man Of whom the world might say That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes: The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many...
156 psl. - 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.
203 psl. - Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two ! One, two ! And through, and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. " And hast thou slain the Jabberwock ? Come to my arms, my beamish boy ! Oh, frabjous day! Callooh! callay!