Who caroused in the Dirt and was… His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyd… Carousing in the Dirt. He Shook him hard from Side to S… And Hit him till it Hurt,
Hoar Time about the house betakes… Seeking an entry for his weariness… And in that dreadful company distr… And the sad night with silent foot… On my poor fire the brands are sca…
Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded Muse, my failing fires. Of Sarah Byng the tale is told
Ill fares the land to hast’ning il… Where wealth accumulates and men d… But how much more unfortunate are… Where wealth declines and populati… (1)This line is execrable; and I…
When we are dead, some Hunting-bo… And find a stone half-hidden in ta… And grey with age: but having seen… (Which was your image), ride more…
There is a wall of which the stone… Are lies and bribes and dead men’s… And wrongfully this evil wall Denies what all men made for all, And shamelessly this wall surround…
The stranger warmth of the young s… Look! little beads of green begin… And hidden flowers have dated thei… Where late such droughty dusts wer… It’s not the month, but all the wo…
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or his pinafore: In eating Bread he made no Crumbs…
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
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impell… Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for a tilt with men—
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…
The world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, there’s no excuse For sodomy of self-abuse.
May all my enemies go to hell, Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.
Lord Finchley tried to mend the E… Himself. It struck him dead: And… It is the business of the wealthy… To give employment to the artisan.
Because my faltering feet may fail… The first descendant of the steps… Give me the Word in time that tri… I too must pass into the misty hol… Where all our living laughter stop…
