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Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled… That never has known the Barber’s… All your wish is woman to win; This is the way that boys begin— Wait till you come to Forty Year.
Dear Lucy, you know what my wish… I hate all your Frenchified fuss: Your silly entrées and made dishes Were never intended for us. No footman in lace and in ruffles
“Coming from a gloomy court, Place of Israelite resort, This old lamp I’ve brought with m… Madam, on its panes you’ll see The initials K and E.”
The castle towers of Bareacres ar… Where the cliffs of bonny Diddles… I stood upon the donjon keep and v… I saw the lands of Bareacres for… I stood upon the donjon keep—it is…
For the sole edification Of this decent congregation, Goodly people, by your grant I will sing a holy chant— I will sing a holy chant.
My name is Pleaceman X; Last night I was in bed, A dream did me perplex, Which came into my Edd. I dreamed I sor three Waits
[The Poet describes the city and… A thousand years ago, or more, A city filled with burghers stout, And girt with ramparts round about… Stood on the rocky Dnieper shore.
But yesterday a naked sod The dandies sneered from Rotten R… And cantered o’er it to and fro: And see ’tis done! As though ’twere by a wizard’s rod
An igstrawnary tail I vill tell y… I stood in the Court of A’Becket… Vere Mrs. Jane Roney, a vidow, I… Who charged Mary Brown with a rob… This Mary was pore and in misery…
Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink, By the light of the star, On the blue river’s brink, I heard a guitar. I heard a guitar,
I was a timid little antelope; My home was in the rocks, the lone… I saw the hunters scouring on the… I lived among the rocks, the lonel… I was a-thirsty in the summer-heat…
Come all ye Christian people, and… It is all about a doctor was trave… By the Heastern Counties’ Railwa… From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vic… A travelling from Bury this Docto…
Know ye the willow-tree Whose gray leaves quiver, Whispering gloomily To yon pale river; Lady, at even-tide
The Pope he is a happy man, His Palace is the Vatican, And there he sits and drains his c… The Pope he is a happy man. I often say when I’m at home,