Oh! little maid! - (I do not know… Or who you are, so, as a safe prec… I’ll add) - Oh, buxom widow! marr… (As one of these must be your pres… Listen, while I unveil prophetic…

DRAMATIS PERSONAE THE LEARNED JUDGE THE PLAINTIFF THE DEFENDANT COUNSEL FOR THE PLAINTI…

Fear no unlicensed entry, Heed no bombastic talk, While guards the British Sentry Pall Mall and Birdcage Walk. Let European thunders

Come with me, little maid, Nay, shrink not, thus afraid - I’ll harm thee not! Fly not, my love, from me - I have a home for thee -

From east and south the holy clan Of Bishops gathered to a man; To Synod, called Pan-Anglican, In flocking crowds they came. Among them was a Bishop, who

On all Arcadia’s sunny plain, On all Arcadia’s hill, None were so blithe as BILL and… So blithe as JANE and BILL. No social earthquake e’er occurred

Comes a train of little ladies From scholastic trammels free, Each a little bit afraid is, Wondering what the world can be! Is it but a world of trouble -

Weary at heart and extremely ill Was PALEY VOLLAIRE of Bromp… In a dirty lodging, with fever dow… Close to the Polygon, Somers Tow… PALEY VOLLAIRE was an only s…

Bedecked in fashion trim, With every curl a-quiver; Or leaping, light of limb, O’er rivulet and river; Or skipping o’er the lea

EARL JOYCE he was a kind old p… Whom nothing ever could put out, Though eighty-two, he still was he… Excepting as regarded gout. He had one unexampled daughter,

Only a dancing girl, With an unromantic style, With borrowed colour and curl, With fixed mechanical smile, With many a hackneyed wile,

When first my old, old love I kne… My bosom welled with joy; My riches at her feet I threw; I was a love-sick boy! No terms seemed too extravagant

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…

When you’re lying awake with a dis… taboo’d by anxiety, I conceive you may use any languag… without impropriety; For your brain is on fire - the be…

STRIKE the concertina’s melanch… Blow the spirit-stirring harp like… Let the piano’s martial blast Rouse the Echoes of the Past, For of AGIB, PRINCE OF T…