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In Hood , who lived nearly till the mid - century mark , England produced a man of
very high talent almost approaching genius , who could play at will on the
keyboard of tears or laughter . For wholesome , exuberant fun , often very
extravagant ...
In Hood , who lived nearly till the mid - century mark , England produced a man of
very high talent almost approaching genius , who could play at will on the
keyboard of tears or laughter . For wholesome , exuberant fun , often very
extravagant ...
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But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee , And the points that he
made Were quite frightful to see , Till at last he put down a right bower , Which the
same Nye had dealt unto me . Then I looked up at Nye , And he gazed upon me ...
But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee , And the points that he
made Were quite frightful to see , Till at last he put down a right bower , Which the
same Nye had dealt unto me . Then I looked up at Nye , And he gazed upon me ...
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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
...
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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Being a Compilation of Witty, Facetious, and Satirical Verse Selected from the
Writings of British and American Poets Frederic Lawrence Knowles. And he
shook his fists and he tore his hair , Till I really felt afraid , For I couldn't help
thinking the ...
Being a Compilation of Witty, Facetious, and Satirical Verse Selected from the
Writings of British and American Poets Frederic Lawrence Knowles. And he
shook his fists and he tore his hair , Till I really felt afraid , For I couldn't help
thinking the ...
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tis me private impression Ye niver will die ' till the day ye are hoong ! ” 66 “ Be
quiet , me angil , ” says Bridget , me mother , ' ' Tis aisy to talk when the mischief
is done ; Who knows but some day ye may want for a brother , And thin ye'll be
glad ...
tis me private impression Ye niver will die ' till the day ye are hoong ! ” 66 “ Be
quiet , me angil , ” says Bridget , me mother , ' ' Tis aisy to talk when the mischief
is done ; Who knows but some day ye may want for a brother , And thin ye'll be
glad ...
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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 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.
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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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