A Budget of Humorous Poetry: Comprising Specimens of the Best and Most Humorous Productions of the Popular American and Foreign Poetical Writers of the DayG.G. Evans, 1859 - 320 страница |
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... . Wherever he now is , I hope he's more clean ; Yet give we a thought free of scoffing or ban To that Dirty Old House and that Dirty Old Man . LOVE IN THE BOWERY . The course of true love 24 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY .
... . Wherever he now is , I hope he's more clean ; Yet give we a thought free of scoffing or ban To that Dirty Old House and that Dirty Old Man . LOVE IN THE BOWERY . The course of true love 24 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY .
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... course of true love didn't never run smooth.- SHAKSPERE - Bowery Edition . I SEEN her on the sidewalk , When I run with No. 9 : My eyes spontaneous sought out hern- And hern was fixed on mine . She waved her pocket handkerchief , As we ...
... course of true love didn't never run smooth.- SHAKSPERE - Bowery Edition . I SEEN her on the sidewalk , When I run with No. 9 : My eyes spontaneous sought out hern- And hern was fixed on mine . She waved her pocket handkerchief , As we ...
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... course he stops ; And with most voracious swallow Walks into my mutton chops . In the twinkling of a bed - post Is each savory platter clear , And he shows uncommon science In his estimate of beer . Half - and - half goes down before ...
... course he stops ; And with most voracious swallow Walks into my mutton chops . In the twinkling of a bed - post Is each savory platter clear , And he shows uncommon science In his estimate of beer . Half - and - half goes down before ...
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... course he had , by morrow's noon , A heavy bill to pay ? " Come , on thy brother's bosom Unburden all thy woes ; Look up , look up , sweet sister ; Nay , sob not through thy nose . " " Oh , John , ' tis not the grocer , For his account ...
... course he had , by morrow's noon , A heavy bill to pay ? " Come , on thy brother's bosom Unburden all thy woes ; Look up , look up , sweet sister ; Nay , sob not through thy nose . " " Oh , John , ' tis not the grocer , For his account ...
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... course , his " something hot . " Snug in his berth at eight o'clock , This ancient skipper might be found ; No matter how his craft would rock , He slept ; for skippers ' naps are sound ! The watch on deck would , now and then , 74 A ...
... course , his " something hot . " Snug in his berth at eight o'clock , This ancient skipper might be found ; No matter how his craft would rock , He slept ; for skippers ' naps are sound ! The watch on deck would , now and then , 74 A ...
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afore ALEXANDER SMART Anonymous Arkansas gentleman Bassanio blue bosom CHARLES GODFREY LELAND Choctaw line chorius coursers cried dear Devil Doll Dolly Don Fernando door drink eyes fear fight fire flies folks gave genteel girls give gold hast head hear heard heart HORACE SMITH HUGGINS Irishman John John Burgoyne King knew lady lol de ra look Lord Morbleu morning Moscow mother ne'er never night noble nose Number o'er old soldiers once Parbleu Peter Gray poor pray quoth RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM Robinson he Sez rose round scarce Shylock sigh singing smile Snapping Turtle soul speed thee stand supple-jack sure sweet tell there's thet thing thought took Tooral town Twas W. E. AYTOUN Warriors three wife WILLIAM MAGINN WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wonder wud knott dye Yankee young
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Страница 137 - He laid him down and closed his eyes; But soon a scream made him arise. He started, and saw two eyes of flame On his pillow, from whence the screaming came.
Страница 141 - Indeed," replied the stranger (looking grave), " Then he's a double knave ; He knows that rogues and thieves by scores Nightly beset unguarded doors: And see, how easily might one Of these domestic foes, Even beneath your very nose, Perform his knavish tricks; Enter your room, as I have done, Blow out your candles — thus — and thus — Pocket your silver candlesticks, And — walk off — thus!
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