#English #Victorians #XIXCentury
I’ll tell thee everything I can; There’s little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A—sitting on a gate. “Who are you, aged man?” I said,
A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear
HE shouts amain, he shouts again, (Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal… “I tell you flat, I shall do that!” She softly whispers “ ‘May’ for ‘shall’… He wistful sighed one eventide
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled… “If only you’d spoken before! It’s excessively awkward to mention it n… With the Snark, so to speak, at the doo…
Sent to a friend who had complained that… him when he came, but didn’t seem to mis… And cannot pleasures, while they last, Be actual unless, when past, They leave us shuddering and aghast,
BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear,
#RhymedStanza
There was an ancient City, stricken dow… With a strange frenzy, and for many a da… They paced from morn to eve the crowded… And danced the night away. I asked the cause: the aged man grew sad…
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi’ her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy The passers in the street, ‘There’s one that standeth at the door,
“Will you walk a little faster?” said a… “There’s a porpoise close behind us, and… tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the tur… They are waiting on the shingle—will you…
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin,
In stature the Manlet was dwarfish— No burly, big Blunderbore he; And he wearily gazed on the crawfish His Wifelet had dressed for his tea. ‘Now reach me, sweet Atom, my gunlet,
PREFACE If——and the thing is wildly possible——th… nonsense were ever brought against the a… instructive poem, it would be based, I f… ``Then the bowsprit got mixed with the r…
‘“Will you walk a little faster?” said a… “There’s a porpoise close behind us, and… See how eagerly the lobsters and the tur… They are waiting on the shingle—will you… Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you…
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Thre… Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks… Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to S… Sitting down to lessons —no more time fo… Five growing girls, from Fifteen to Ele…
