A Treasury of Humorous Poetry: Being a Compilation of Witty, Facetious, and Satirical Verse Selected from the Writings of British and American Poets |
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Home They Brought Her Lap - dog Dead 305 BROUGH , ROBERT BARNABAS ,
1828 — 1860 . My Lord Tomnoddy 226 BROW NELL , HENRY HOWARD , 1820
1872 . The Lawyer's Invocation to Spring BROWNING , ROBERT , 1812 — 1889
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Home They Brought Her Lap - dog Dead 305 BROUGH , ROBERT BARNABAS ,
1828 — 1860 . My Lord Tomnoddy 226 BROW NELL , HENRY HOWARD , 1820
1872 . The Lawyer's Invocation to Spring BROWNING , ROBERT , 1812 — 1889
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And there he hung , till he was dead As any nail in town , For , though distress
had cut him up , It could not cut him down ! A dozen men sat on his corpse , To
find out why he died And they buried Ben in four cross - roads , With a stake in his
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And there he hung , till he was dead As any nail in town , For , though distress
had cut him up , It could not cut him down ! A dozen men sat on his corpse , To
find out why he died And they buried Ben in four cross - roads , With a stake in his
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THE AHKOOND OF SWAT * The Ahkoond of Swat is dead . " - London Papers of
Jan , 23 , 1878 . What , what , what , What's the news from Swat ? Sad news , Bad
news , Comes by the cable led Through the Indian Ocean's bed , Through the ...
THE AHKOOND OF SWAT * The Ahkoond of Swat is dead . " - London Papers of
Jan , 23 , 1878 . What , what , what , What's the news from Swat ? Sad news , Bad
news , Comes by the cable led Through the Indian Ocean's bed , Through the ...
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Fallen is at length Its tower of strength ; Its sun is dimmed ere it had nooned ;
Dead lies the great Ahkoond , The great Ahkoond of Swat Is not ! George Thomas
Lanigan THE YARN OF THE “ NANCY BELL " ' Twas on the shores that round
our ...
Fallen is at length Its tower of strength ; Its sun is dimmed ere it had nooned ;
Dead lies the great Ahkoond , The great Ahkoond of Swat Is not ! George Thomas
Lanigan THE YARN OF THE “ NANCY BELL " ' Twas on the shores that round
our ...
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... be unto aich sivinth son a sad warnin ' Against gettin ' born till his father is dead
. But batins are said to agree wid some people ; And sure they were blessin's that
caused me to grow Until I was almost as tall as a staple , And only fell short be ...
... be unto aich sivinth son a sad warnin ' Against gettin ' born till his father is dead
. But batins are said to agree wid some people ; And sure they were blessin's that
caused me to grow Until I was almost as tall as a staple , And only fell short be ...
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Page 204 - 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...
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Page 163 - And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
Page 326 - If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose," the Walrus said, "That they could get it clear?
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Page 170 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well. The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain ; Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Page 161 - On horseback after we." He soon replied, " I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. " I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the Calender Will lend his horse to go.
Page 164 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton, his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! — Here's the house !' They all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits, and we are tired :" — Said Gilpin—
Page 288 - Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more ; The king himself has follow'd her — When she has walk'd before. But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all ; The doctors found, when she was dead — Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more — She had not died to-day.
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| Title | A Treasury of Humorous Poetry: Being a Compilation of Witty, Facetious, and Satirical Verse Selected from the Writings of British and American Poets Reprint: Books for Libraries Press [1969] |
| Editor | Frederic Lawrence Knowles |
| Publisher | D. Estes, 1902 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 30 Oct 2007 |
| Length | 407 pages |
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