A face Sir Joshua might have pain… Sir Joshua painted anything for p… And after all you’re painted every…
Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the s… You never shall have good words fr… Caritas non conturbat me. But Catholic men that live upon w…
Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slo… His hair is lank and made of tow. And here we have the Alpine Race:
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…
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
Of all the gods that gave me all t… To-day there deigns to walk with m… I lead him by the hand and tell hi… It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little…
The species Man and Marmozet Are intimately linked; The Marmozet survives as yet, But Men are all extinct.
This is the place where Dorothea… I did not know the reason, nor did… But there she stood, and turned, a… A sudden glory had bewitched the c… The corn at harvest, and a single…
Of three in One and One in three My narrow mind would doubting be Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness… And all at once were Juliet.
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…
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–
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
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…
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…
Towards the evening of her splendi… Those who are little children now… (Finding this verse),'Who wrote i… And Juliet answer gently, ‘I forg…