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 19
... o'er him , as he leads his bridal fere . He will pass beside the stream , mother , where first my hand he press'd , By the meadow where , with quivering lip , his passion he confess'd ; And down the hedgerows where we've stray'd again ...
... o'er him , as he leads his bridal fere . He will pass beside the stream , mother , where first my hand he press'd , By the meadow where , with quivering lip , his passion he confess'd ; And down the hedgerows where we've stray'd again ...
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... o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her , — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life , For life is but a span . My aunt , my poor ...
... o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her , — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life , For life is but a span . My aunt , my poor ...
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... o'er the hill we roam'd at will , My dog and I together , We mark'd a chaise , by two bright bays Slow - moved along the heather : Two bays arch - neck'd , with tails erect , And gold upon their blinkers ; And by their side an ass I ...
... o'er the hill we roam'd at will , My dog and I together , We mark'd a chaise , by two bright bays Slow - moved along the heather : Two bays arch - neck'd , with tails erect , And gold upon their blinkers ; And by their side an ass I ...
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... o'er the mickle , While round the fire the giglets keckle To see me loup ; An ' , raving mad , I wish a heckle Were i ' their doup ! When fevers burn , or ague freezes , Rheumatics gnaw , or colic squeezes , " My curse upon your venom'd ...
... o'er the mickle , While round the fire the giglets keckle To see me loup ; An ' , raving mad , I wish a heckle Were i ' their doup ! When fevers burn , or ague freezes , Rheumatics gnaw , or colic squeezes , " My curse upon your venom'd ...
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... o'er the mickle , While round the fire the giglets keckle To see me loup ; An ' , raving mad , I wish a heckle Were i ' their doup ! When fevers burn , or ague freezes , Rheumatics gnaw , or colic squeezes , Our neebors sympathize to ...
... o'er the mickle , While round the fire the giglets keckle To see me loup ; An ' , raving mad , I wish a heckle Were i ' their doup ! When fevers burn , or ague freezes , Rheumatics gnaw , or colic squeezes , Our neebors sympathize to ...
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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
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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!