A Book of Nonsense VerseG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1926 - 159 páginas |
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... - life in summer , he would say , is a peculiar form of suspended exist- ence . One wakes up from it about the beginning of the last week in Sep- tember . " Conjugal Conjugations Dear maid let me speak What I never 41.
... - life in summer , he would say , is a peculiar form of suspended exist- ence . One wakes up from it about the beginning of the last week in Sep- tember . " Conjugal Conjugations Dear maid let me speak What I never 41.
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Conjugal Conjugations Dear maid let me speak What I never yet spoke : You have made my heart squeak As it never yet squoke , And for sight of you both my eyes ache as they ne'er before oak . With your voice my ears ring , And a sweeter ...
Conjugal Conjugations Dear maid let me speak What I never yet spoke : You have made my heart squeak As it never yet squoke , And for sight of you both my eyes ache as they ne'er before oak . With your voice my ears ring , And a sweeter ...
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... dear Polly , gone , pray heed your lover's vow , Or he dangles at right angles to some horizontal bough . " The maid flew in no frustrum - like your giddy gushing girls- But standing calm and frigid , shook her strictly spiral curls ...
... dear Polly , gone , pray heed your lover's vow , Or he dangles at right angles to some horizontal bough . " The maid flew in no frustrum - like your giddy gushing girls- But standing calm and frigid , shook her strictly spiral curls ...
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... dear , - There's a boil on his ear ; and a corn on his chin- He calls it a dimple - but dimples stick in- Yet it might be a dimple turned over , you know ! Whang ! Ho ! Why , certainly so ! - It might be a dimple turned over , you know ...
... dear , - There's a boil on his ear ; and a corn on his chin- He calls it a dimple - but dimples stick in- Yet it might be a dimple turned over , you know ! Whang ! Ho ! Why , certainly so ! - It might be a dimple turned over , you know ...
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... dear to pay for eggs ; Walk crank along with coffins on their backs While in their arms they bow their weary legs . And yet ' twas strange , and scarce can we suppose That a brown buzzard - fly should steal and wear His white jean ...
... dear to pay for eggs ; Walk crank along with coffins on their backs While in their arms they bow their weary legs . And yet ' twas strange , and scarce can we suppose That a brown buzzard - fly should steal and wear His white jean ...
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Página 46 - 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...
Página 23 - He was in logic a great critic, Profoundly skilled in analytic; He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and south-west side; On either which he would dispute, Confute, change hands, and still confute. He'd undertake to prove, by force Of argument, a man's no horse; He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl, And that a lord may be an owl, A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, And rooks committee-men and trustees.
Página 33 - THERE lived a sage in days of yore And he a handsome pigtail wore ; But wondered much and sorrowed more Because it hung behind him. He mused upon this curious case, And swore he'd change the pigtail's place, And have it hanging at his face, Not dangling there behind him. Says he, " The mystery I've found, — I'll turn me round," — he turned him round; But still it hung behind him.
Página 83 - I NEVER saw a Purple Cow; I never Hope to See One; But I can Tell you, Anyhow, I'd rather See than Be One.
Página 45 - He thought he saw a Rattlesnake That questioned him in Greek : He looked again, and found it was The Middle of Next Week. "The one thing I regret...
Página 44 - HE thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife : He looked again, and found it was A letter from his wife. "At length I realise," he said,
Página 45 - He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk Descending from the 'bus: He looked again, and found it was A Hippopotamus. "If this should stay to dine," he said, "There won't be much for us!
Página 146 - Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!'" 'Beautiful!' said Mr. Pickwick. 'Fine,' said Mr. Leo Hunter; 'so simple.
Página 78 - THEY haven't got no noses, The fallen sons of Eve ; Even the smell of roses Is not what they supposes ; But more than mind discloses And more than men believe. They haven't got no noses, They cannot even tell When door and darkness closes The park a Jew encloses, Where even the law of Moses Will let you steal a smell. The brilliant smell of water, The brave smell of a stone, The smell of dew and thunder, The old bones buried under, Are things in which they blunder And err, if left alone. The wind...
Página 78 - The breath of brides' adorning, The smell of snare and warning, The smell of Sunday morning, God gave to us for ours. And Quoodle here discloses All things that Quoodle can, They haven't got no noses, They haven't got no noses, And goodness only knowses The Noselessness of Man.