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Oh, gentlemen, listen, I pray; Though I own that my heart has be… Of nature the laws I obey, For nature is constantly changing. The moon in her phases is found,
When I was a lad I served a term As office boy to an Attorney’s fi… I cleaned the windows and I swept… And I polished up the handle of t… I polished up that handle so succe…
I cannot tell what this love may b… That cometh to all but not to me. It cannot be kind as they’d imply, Or why do these gentle ladies sigh… It cannot be joy and rapture deep,
I’ve wisdom from the East and fro… That’s subject to no academic rule… You may find it in the jeering of… Or distill it from the folly of a… I can teach you with a quip, if I…
“GENTLE, modest little flower, Sweet epitome of May, Love me but for half an hour, Love me, love me, little fay.” Sentences so fiercely flaming
DRAMATIS PERSONAE Sir Marmaduke Pointdextre, an El… Alexis, of the Grenadier Guards—… Dr. Daly, Vicar of Ploverleigh John Wellington Wells, of J. W.…
BOB POLTER was a navvy, and His hands were coarse, and dirty t… His homely face was rough and tann… His time of life was thirty-two. He lived among a working clan
MACPHAIRSON CLONGLO… Was the son of an elderly labourin… You’ve guessed him a Scotchman, s… And p’r’aps altogether, shrewd rea… From the bonnie blue Forth to the…
I SING a legend of the sea, So hard-a-port upon your lee! A ship on starboard tack! She’s bound upon a private cruise… (This is the kind of spice I use
The earth has armies plenty, And semi-warlike bands, I dare say there are twenty In European lands; But, oh! in no direction
A gentleman of City fame Now claims your kind attention; East India broking was his game, His name I shall not mention: No one of finely-pointed sense
When all night long a chap remains On sentry-go, to chase monotony He exercises of his brains, That is, assuming that he’s got an… Though never nurtured in the lap
It’s my opinion - though I own In thinking so I’m quite alone - In some respects I’m but a fright… YOU like my features, I suppose? I’M disappointed with my nose:
Oh, that my soul its gods could se… As years ago they seemed to me When first I painted them; Invested with the circumstance Of old conventional romance:
Oh! my name is JOHN WELLI… I’m a dealer in magic and spells, In blessings and curses, And ever-filled purses, In prophecies, witches, and knells…