The Thingumbob sat at eventide.. The town of Nice! the town of Nice!. The woggly bird sat on the whango tree. There be two men of all mankind. There is a river clear and fair. There lived an old man in the kingdom of Tess. There once was a Shah had a second son. There's a bower of bean-vines in Benjamin's yard. PAGE 882 438 842 312 35 535 866 850 199 348 493 There's somewhat on my breast, father. There was a Cameronian cat. There was a child, as I have been told. 443 950 917 946 927 There was a lady liv'd at Leith. There was a little girl..... There was a man in Arkansaw. 742 926 697 There was a negro preacher, I have heard. There was an old man of Tobago... There was a snake that dwelt in Skye. There was a young lady of Niger... There was (not a certain when) a certain preacher. There were three jovial huntsmen.. There were three kings into the east.. There were three young maids of Lee. 274 835 887 948 282 There was once a little man, and his rod and line he took. 200 878 730 170 There were three sailors of Bristol City. There were two of us left in the berry-patch. Thine eyes, dear ones, dot dot, are like, dash, what?. 824 This is the tale that was told to me... Though I met her in the summer, when one's heart lies round To Urn, or not to Urn? that is the question. 534 To you, my purse, and to none other wight. 58 Tom's album was filled with the pictures of belles. 141 Trilobite, Graphtolite, Nautilus pie. 324 788 Index of First Lines 975 PAGE 'Twas a pretty little maiden 'Twas after supper of Norfolk brawn. 'Twas late, and the gay company was gone. 'Twas on a lofty vase's side. 'Twas on a windy night.... 'Twas on the shores that round our coast. 'Twas raw, and chill, and cold outside.. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.. 'Twas whispered in heaven, 'twas muttered in hell... Two gentlemen their appetite had fed.. Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand. Two old Bachelors were living in one house. Two webfoot brothers loved a fair... Two Yankee wags, one summer day. Tying her bonnet under her chin. Uncle Simon he... Upon a rock, yet uncreate. Upon an island, all alone.. Upon ane stormy Sunday.. Upon the poop the captain stands. Wake! for the Hack scatter into flight. Wal, no! I can't tell whar he lives.. We climbed to the top of Goat Point hill. We seek to know, and knowing seek. 161 120 869 482 469 437 446 497 557 214 632 98 935 762 666 254 868 629 572 124 849 771 683 190 876 512 661 386 892 210 389 We rode the tawny Texan hills 463 We were crowded in the cabin.. 492 We've lived for forty years, dear wife. 246 30 Werther had a love for Charlotte. 140 What asks the Bard? He prays for nought.. 320 What, he on whom our voices unanimously ran. 286 What is Earth, sexton-A place to dig graves. 810 What is the matter with Grandpapa?. 950 What lightning shall light it? What thunder shall tell it?. "What other men have dared, I dare.' What will we do when the good days come. When Mary Ann Dollinger got the skule daown thar on Injun When sporgles spanned the floreate mead.. When swallows Northward flew.. When that old joke was new.. When the breeze from the bluebottle's blustering blim. PAGE 877 852 34 336 When the little armadillo... When they heard the Captain humming and beheld the dancing crew.... 615 Whene'er with haggard eyes I view. Where the Moosatockmaguntic... When you slice a Georgy melon you mus' know what you is at Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays. "Wherefore starts my bosom's lord?. 73 950 84 113 402 453 648 Which is of greater value, prythee, say. 371 While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive. "Who stuffed that white owl?" No one spoke in the shop. 1. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour?. 309 783 Why do you wear your hair like a man.. Wisely a woman prefers to a lover a man who neglects her. 247 932 106 With ganial foire.. 547 Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night. Yes, write if you want to-there's nothing like trying. "You gave me the key of your heart, my love. 64 531 362 782 137 You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, who stood.. 133 "You must give back." her mother said.. You prefer a buffoon to a scholar... You see this pebble-stone? It's a thing I bought. You Wi'yum, sir, dis minute. Wut dat you got. You wrote a line too much, my sage.. Young Ben he was a nice young man. Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn. Your poem must eternal be.. Zack Bumstead useter flosserfize. 312 198 339 464 325 362 792 141 364 242 760 928 717 171 36 906 |