To a garden full of posies Cometh one to gather flowers; And he wanders through its bowers Toying with the wanton roses, Who, uprising from their beds,

The sun was setting in its wonted… When HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant… Met MAHRY DAUBIGNY, the Vi… Under the Wizard’s Oak - old trys… Of those who loved in rosy Aquita…

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,

I go away this blessed day, To sail across the sea, MATILD… My vessel starts for various parts At twenty after three, MATILDA… I hardly know where we may go,

An Actor sits in doubtful gloom, His stock-in-trade unfurled, In a damp funereal dressing-room In the Theatre Royal, World. He comes to town at Christmas-tim…

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

There were three niggers of Chick… PACIFICO, BANG-BANG, PO… Exclaimed, one terribly sultry day… “Oh, let’s be kings in a humble wa… The first was a highly-accomplishe…

(To be sung to the Air of “An 'O… Oh list to this incredible tale Of THOMSON GREEN and H… Its truth in one remark you’ll sum… “Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle t…

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,

Sighing softly to the river Comes the loving breeze, Setting nature all a-quiver, Rustling through the trees! And the brook in rippling measure

[THE DUKE.] Small titles and orders For Mayors and Recorders I get - and they’re highly delight… M.P.s baronetted,

This is SIR BARNABY BAMP… Last of a noble race, BARNABY BAMPTON, coming to… All at a deuce of a pace. BARNABY BAMPTON BOO,

Good children, list, if you’re inc… And wicked children too - This pretty ballad is designed Especially for you. Two ogres dwelt in Wickham Wold -

I’VE painted SHAKESPEARE al… “An infant” (even then at “play”!) “A boy,” with stage-ambition rife, Then “Married to ANN HATHAWA… “The bard’s first ticket night” (o…

Brightly dawns our wedding day; Joyous hour, we give thee greeting… Whither, whither art thou fleeting… Fickle moment, prithee stay! What though mortal joys be hollow?