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 páginas |
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Página 26
... you think the parson found , When he got up and stared around ? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound , As if it had been to the mill and ground ! You see , of course , if you're not a dunce , How it went to pieces all at once , All at ...
... you think the parson found , When he got up and stared around ? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound , As if it had been to the mill and ground ! You see , of course , if you're not a dunce , How it went to pieces all at once , All at ...
Página 31
... You want to see my Pa , I s'pose ? ” " Wal ... no .. I come dasignin ' " To see my Ma ? She's sprinklin ' clo'es ... ye nuther . Says he , " I'd better call agin ; Says she , " Think likely , Mister : " Thet last word pricked him ...
... You want to see my Pa , I s'pose ? ” " Wal ... no .. I come dasignin ' " To see my Ma ? She's sprinklin ' clo'es ... ye nuther . Says he , " I'd better call agin ; Says she , " Think likely , Mister : " Thet last word pricked him ...
Página 115
... ye all for me ! " Then the trumpets braying , and the organ playing , And the swate trombones , with their silver tones ; But Lord Rolle was rolling , -'twas mighty consoling To think his Lordship did not break his bones ! Then the ...
... ye all for me ! " Then the trumpets braying , and the organ playing , And the swate trombones , with their silver tones ; But Lord Rolle was rolling , -'twas mighty consoling To think his Lordship did not break his bones ! Then the ...
Página 127
... you think ? - ain't this a pretty go ? - That horrid little vulgar Boy whom I brought here to- night , - He's stolen my things and run away ! " . " And sarve you right ! " - Says she , Next morning I was up betimes , I sent the Crier ...
... you think ? - ain't this a pretty go ? - That horrid little vulgar Boy whom I brought here to- night , - He's stolen my things and run away ! " . " And sarve you right ! " - Says she , Next morning I was up betimes , I sent the Crier ...
Página 134
... you presently - a stout horsewhip . This instrument our Maître l ... d'ye like it ? Your friend , though I paid dearly for his funning , Deserved ... think na on the lang Scots miles , The mosses , waters , slaps , and styles ...
... you presently - a stout horsewhip . This instrument our Maître l ... d'ye like it ? Your friend , though I paid dearly for his funning , Deserved ... think na on the lang Scots miles , The mosses , waters , slaps , and styles ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 202 - 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 127 - 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
Página 129 - 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...
Página 19 - 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.
Página 289 - 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...
Página 3 - 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!
Página 125 - Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest men and bonnie lasses).
Página 214 - 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...
Página 156 - 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.
Página 203 - 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!