Look, how those steep woods on the… Burn, burn against the sunset; now… Invades our very noon: the year’s… Mornings are dark, and evenings co… The vines below have lost their pu…
My jolly fat host with your face a… Come, open the door to us, let us… A score of stout fellows who think… If they toast till they’re hoarse,… Hoofed it amain
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And P… A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A wealthy banker’s little daughter Who lived in Palace Green, Baysw…
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…
Most Holy Night, that still dost… The keys of all the doors of sleep… To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them
The Kings come riding back from t… The purple Kings and all their mo… They fill the street with clamorou… The Kings have broken down the Sa… Singing a great song of the easter…
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
Who played with a Dangerous Toy,… When George’s Grandmamma was told That George had been as good as g… She promised in the afternoon To buy him an Immense BALLOON.
Wherever the Catholic sun doth sh… There’s always laughter and good r… At least I’ve always found it so. Benedicamus Domino!
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…
A face Sir Joshua might have pain… Sir Joshua painted anything for p… And after all you’re painted every…
Towards the evening of her splendi… Those who are little children now… (Finding this verse),'Who wrote i… And Juliet answer gently, ‘I forg…
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—
During a late election Lord Roehampton strained a vocal chord From shouting, very loud and high, To lots and lots of people why The Budget in his own opin–
The soldier month, the bulwark of… That never more shall hear such vi… He stands apparent with his heaven… And helmeted of grand Etruscan go… Our harvest is the bounty he has w…
