I call you bad, my little child, Upon the title page, Because a manner rude and wild Is common at your age. The Moral of this priceless work
The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String… At last he swallowed some which ti… Itself in ugly Knots inside. Physicians of the Utmost Fame
The north-cast wind has come from… Roaring he came above the white wa… The foam of the loud sea was on hi… And all his hair was salt with fal… Over the keen light of northern da…
I will not try to reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton’s tiny docks of stone. But I will sit beside the fire,
The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in… He has a big head and a very small… But his shoulders are stark, and h… And a good little child will not p…
This diamond, Juliet, will adorn Ephemeral beauties yet unborn. While my strong verse, for ever ne… Shall still adorn immortal you.
It freezes– all across a soundless… The birds go home. The governing… The steadfast dark that waits not… The ultimate dark wherein the race… Death, with his evil finger to his…
G stands for Gnu, whose weapon of… Are long, sharp, curling horns, an… To these he adds a name so short a… That even hardy Boers pronounce i… How often on a bright autumnal day
The Bison is vain, and (I write i… The Door-mat you see on his head Is not, as some learned professors… The opulent growth of a genius’ br… But is sewn on with needle and thr…
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to… But Roaring Bill (who killed him)…
It happened to Lord Lundy then, As happens to so many men: Towards the age of twenty-six, They shoved him into politics; In which profession he commanded
Child! do not throw this book abou… Refrain from the unholy pleasure Of cutting all the pictures out! Preserve it as your chiefest treas… Child, have you never heard it sai…
D: The Dreadful Dinotherium he Will have to do his best for D. The early world observed with awe His back, indented like a saw. His look was gay, his voice was st…
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs i… And youth in Expectation. Youth i…
The mirror held your fair, my Fai… A fickle moment’s space. You looked into mine eyes, and the… For ever fixed your face. Keep rather to your looking-glass
