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What time the poet hath hymned The writhing maid, lithe-limbed, Quivering on amaranthine asphodel, How can he paint her woes, Knowing, as well he knows,
Bedecked in fashion trim, With every curl a-quiver; Or leaping, light of limb, O’er rivulet and river; Or skipping o’er the lea
An Actor sits in doubtful gloom, His stock-in-trade unfurled, In a damp funereal dressing-room In the Theatre Royal, World. He comes to town at Christmas-tim…
I am the very pattern of a modern… I’ve information vegetable, animal… I know the kings of England, and… From Marathon to Waterloo, in ord… I’m very well acquainted, too, wit…
I once did know a Turkish man Whom I upon a two-pair-back met, His name it was EFFENDI KHAN BACKSHEESH PASHA BEN… A DOCTOR BROWN I also knew -
Fear no unlicensed entry, Heed no bombastic talk, While guards the British Sentry Pall Mall and Birdcage Walk. Let European thunders
A troubadour he played Without a castle wall, Within, a hapless maid Responded to his call. “Oh, willow, woe is me!
When I was a lad I served a term As office boy to an Attorney’s fi… I cleaned the windows and I swept… And I polished up the handle of t… I polished up that handle so succe…
Oh! little maid! - (I do not know… Or who you are, so, as a safe prec… I’ll add) - Oh, buxom widow! marr… (As one of these must be your pres… Listen, while I unveil prophetic…
A monarch is pestered with cares, Though, no doubt, he can often tre… But one comes in a shape he can ne… The implacable National Anthem! Though for quiet and rest he may y…
A MAGNET hung in a hardware sho… And all around was a loving crop Of scissors and needles, nails and… Offering love for all their lives; But for iron the Magnet felt no w…
On all Arcadia’s sunny plain, On all Arcadia’s hill, None were so blithe as BILL and… So blithe as JANE and BILL. No social earthquake e’er occurred
It was a Bishop bold, And London was his see, He was short and stout and round a… And zealous as could be. It also was a Jew,
When the night wind howls in the c… moonlight flies, And inky clouds, like funeral shro… When the footpads quail at the nig… bay the moon,
A hive of bees, as I’ve heard say… Said to their Queen one sultry da… “Please your Majesty’s high posit… The hive is full and the weather i… We rather think, with a due submis…