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 |
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... and near . At last we struck hosses and wagon , Snowed under a soft white mound , Upsot , dead beat , — but of little Gabe No hide nor hair was found . - - And here all hope soured on me Of my fellow A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY 33.
... and near . At last we struck hosses and wagon , Snowed under a soft white mound , Upsot , dead beat , — but of little Gabe No hide nor hair was found . - - And here all hope soured on me Of my fellow A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY 33.
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... dead . So he was tried , and he was hung ( Fit punishment for such ) On Horsham drop , and none can say It was a drop too much . Thomas Hood THE ELF - CHILD Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay , An ' wash the cups and ...
... dead . So he was tried , and he was hung ( Fit punishment for such ) On Horsham drop , and none can say It was a drop too much . Thomas Hood THE ELF - CHILD Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay , An ' wash the cups and ...
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... dead ; Go , do as you are bid , " I cried , Iwe wait for no reply ; Go ! let us have tea early , and another rabbit - pie ! " Oh , that I had stopped his answer ! But it came out with a run : " Last - a week - a plenty puppy ; this - a ...
... dead ; Go , do as you are bid , " I cried , Iwe wait for no reply ; Go ! let us have tea early , and another rabbit - pie ! " Oh , that I had stopped his answer ! But it came out with a run : " Last - a week - a plenty puppy ; this - a ...
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... dead kitten by way of toys . When his Father comes home , and he always comes home as sure as ever the clock strikes one , He'll be rampant , he will , at his child being lost ; and the beef and the inguns not done ! La bless you , good ...
... dead kitten by way of toys . When his Father comes home , and he always comes home as sure as ever the clock strikes one , He'll be rampant , he will , at his child being lost ; and the beef and the inguns not done ! La bless you , good ...
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... dead on the place . I only wish I'd got him safe in these two Motherly arms , and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was - but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him . Why , there he ...
... dead on the place . I only wish I'd got him safe in these two Motherly arms , and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was - but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him . Why , there he ...
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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...
Page 25 - That there wasn'ta chance for one to start. For the wheels were just as strong as the thills, And the floor was just as strong as the sills, And the panels just as strong as the floor, And the whippletree neither less nor more, And the...
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?
Page 24 - I tell yeou,") He would build one shay to beat the taown 'N' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun'; It should be so built that it couldn' break daown: "Fur," said the Deacon, '"t's mighty plain Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain; 'N' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest.
Page 25 - ... they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came; Running as usual; much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then come fifty and FIFTY-FIVE. Little of all we value here 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.
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.