The Humorous Poetry of the English Language: From Chaucer to Saxe ... with Notes, Explanatory and Biographical |
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... Jones at the Barber's Shop The Sated One • Sapphics of the Cab - stand Justice to Scotland . The Poetical Cookery - book . The Steak . Roasted Sucking Pig Beignet de Pomme " L AUTHOR . PAGE 445 446 447 447 • 449 แ 450 • แ 451 แ 453 ...
... Jones at the Barber's Shop The Sated One • Sapphics of the Cab - stand Justice to Scotland . The Poetical Cookery - book . The Steak . Roasted Sucking Pig Beignet de Pomme " L AUTHOR . PAGE 445 446 447 447 • 449 แ 450 • แ 451 แ 453 ...
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... Jones : " My little Billy Goes up his schooling to begin , Will you just step to Piccadilly , And meet him when the coach comes in ? " And then , perhaps , you will as well , see- The poor dear fellow safe to school At Dr. Smith's in ...
... Jones : " My little Billy Goes up his schooling to begin , Will you just step to Piccadilly , And meet him when the coach comes in ? " And then , perhaps , you will as well , see- The poor dear fellow safe to school At Dr. Smith's in ...
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... Jones , the kindest of her sex , Pray be so good as go and fetch a pint of double X ! ” But Mrs. Jones was rather cross , she made a little noise , She said she " did not like to wait on little vulgar Boys . " She with her apron wiped ...
... Jones , the kindest of her sex , Pray be so good as go and fetch a pint of double X ! ” But Mrs. Jones was rather cross , she made a little noise , She said she " did not like to wait on little vulgar Boys . " She with her apron wiped ...
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... Jones , for she was down below , " Oh , Mrs. Jones ! what do 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 ! ! " - Says she , “ And sarve you ...
... Jones , for she was down below , " Oh , Mrs. Jones ! what do 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 ! ! " - Says she , “ And sarve you ...
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... make the pot - boy bring your stout ! And when you go to Margate next , just stop and ring the bell , Give my respects to Mrs. Jones , and say I'm pretty well ! THE GHOST . R. HARRIS BARHAM - THERE stands a 128 NARRATIVE .
... make the pot - boy bring your stout ! And when you go to Margate next , just stop and ring the bell , Give my respects to Mrs. Jones , and say I'm pretty well ! THE GHOST . R. HARRIS BARHAM - THERE stands a 128 NARRATIVE .
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Æsop Beignet Blogg boys Brentford charms Cock cried d'ye think DEAN SWIFT dear delight Devil dish divine Dolly dost e'er EPIGRAMS eyes face fair fancy fear give grace hair hand happy HARRIS BARHAM hast hath head hear heard heart heaven JAMES TAYLOR king kiss lady laugh Lille long-tail'd coat look look'd Lord ma'am maid MATTHEW PRIOR mind Miserable sinners morning N. P. WILLIS ne'er never Nick night niversity nose numbers o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once PETER PINDAR PINDAR poet poor pray pretty Prince Prince Bishop Pryce PUNCH quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round Saint scarce seem'd sigh sing smile song soul Sultaun swear sweet tell thee there's thet thing THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou thought town turn'd verger Whitbread wife young Zounds
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