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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... wonder that many of the supposedly witty couplets and quatrains by Prior , Pope , Swift , Waller , Sheridan , Hook , and others , failed to seem merely flat and vulgar . It would appear that any clever schoolboy could versify the ...
... wonder that many of the supposedly witty couplets and quatrains by Prior , Pope , Swift , Waller , Sheridan , Hook , and others , failed to seem merely flat and vulgar . It would appear that any clever schoolboy could versify the ...
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... ain't had more nor seven ! " I wonder'd hugely what she meant , And said , " I'm bad at riddles ; But I know where little girls are sent For telling 16 A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY Alas for those two loving ones! she waked not ...
... ain't had more nor seven ! " I wonder'd hugely what she meant , And said , " I'm bad at riddles ; But I know where little girls are sent For telling 16 A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY Alas for those two loving ones! she waked not ...
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... wonder , and nothing less ! Colts grew horses , beards turned gray , Deacon and deaconess dropped away , Children and grandchildren - where were they ? But there stood the stout old one - hoss shay As fresh as on Lisbon - Earthquake ...
... wonder , and nothing less ! Colts grew horses , beards turned gray , Deacon and deaconess dropped away , Children and grandchildren - where were they ? But there stood the stout old one - hoss shay As fresh as on Lisbon - Earthquake ...
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... they do blaze ! I wonder why They keep them on the ground . At first I caught hold of the wing , And kept away ; but Mr. Thing- umbob , the prompter - man , Gave with his hand my chaise a shove , And 42 A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY.
... they do blaze ! I wonder why They keep them on the ground . At first I caught hold of the wing , And kept away ; but Mr. Thing- umbob , the prompter - man , Gave with his hand my chaise a shove , And 42 A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY.
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... wonder'd , Crying , " God save Victoria , our Royal Queen ! " Och ! if myself should live to be a hundred , Sure it's the proudest day that I'll have seen ! And now , I've ended , what I pretended , This narration splendid in swate poe ...
... wonder'd , Crying , " God save Victoria , our Royal Queen ! " Och ! if myself should live to be a hundred , Sure it's the proudest day that I'll have seen ! And now , I've ended , what I pretended , This narration splendid in swate poe ...
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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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