A Budget of Humorous Poetry: Comprising Specimens of the Best and Most Humorous Productions of the Popular American and Foreign Poetical Writers of the Day |
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... seemed so much exhausted , That he scarce had strength to gasp- " Gouge him , Bryant ! darn ye , gouge him ! Gouge him while he's on the shore ! " Bryant's thumbs were straightway buried , Where no thumbs had pierced before . Right from ...
... seemed so much exhausted , That he scarce had strength to gasp- " Gouge him , Bryant ! darn ye , gouge him ! Gouge him while he's on the shore ! " Bryant's thumbs were straightway buried , Where no thumbs had pierced before . Right from ...
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... seemed to haste , A fond pair , such as poets have drawn , So united in heart - so congenial in taste , We were both of us partial to brawn ! A long life I looked for of bliss with my bride , But then Death - I ne'er dreamt about that ...
... seemed to haste , A fond pair , such as poets have drawn , So united in heart - so congenial in taste , We were both of us partial to brawn ! A long life I looked for of bliss with my bride , But then Death - I ne'er dreamt about that ...
Page 156
... seemed to say : " An Angel trots around in us " - They stole my heart away . I saw the servant take ' em off , With those of other brutes : His soul was all in sixpences , But mine was in the boots . And often in my nightly dreams They ...
... seemed to say : " An Angel trots around in us " - They stole my heart away . I saw the servant take ' em off , With those of other brutes : His soul was all in sixpences , But mine was in the boots . And often in my nightly dreams They ...
Page 178
... seemed at the least in his sixtieth year , ) And he limped in a manner exceedingly queer , Wore breeches uncommonly wide in the rear , And his nose was turned up with a comical sneer , And he had in his eye a most villainous leer ...
... seemed at the least in his sixtieth year , ) And he limped in a manner exceedingly queer , Wore breeches uncommonly wide in the rear , And his nose was turned up with a comical sneer , And he had in his eye a most villainous leer ...
Page 189
... was Lord Belfast , that by me past , And seemed to ask how should I go there ? And the Widow Macrae , and Lord A. Hay , And the Marchioness of Sligo there . Yes , Jukes and Earls , and diamonds and pearls A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 189.
... was Lord Belfast , that by me past , And seemed to ask how should I go there ? And the Widow Macrae , and Lord A. Hay , And the Marchioness of Sligo there . Yes , Jukes and Earls , and diamonds and pearls A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 189.
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afore ALEXANDER SMART Anonymous Arkansas gentleman Bassanio blue bosom CHARLES GODFREY LELAND Choctaw line chorius coursers cried dear Devil Doll Dolly Don Fernando door drink eyes fear fight fire flies folks gave genteel girls give gold hast head hear heard heart HORACE SMITH HUGGINS Irishman John John Burgoyne King knew lady lol de ra look Lord Morbleu morning Moscow mother ne'er never night noble nose Number o'er old soldiers once Parbleu Peter Gray poor pray quoth RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM Robinson he Sez rose round scarce Shylock sigh singing smile Snapping Turtle soul speed thee stand supple-jack sure sweet tell there's thet thing thought took Tooral town Twas W. E. AYTOUN Warriors three wife WILLIAM MAGINN WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wonder wud knott dye Yankee young
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Page 155 - St. Keyne,' quoth the Cornish-man, 'many a time Drank of this crystal Well, And before the Angel summoned her, She laid on the water a spell. 'If the husband of this gifted Well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is he, For he shall be master for life.
Page 95 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?
Page 96 - Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh! my daughter!
Page 136 - The poor folk flocked from far and near ; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn and burnt them all. " F faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire !" quoth he, " And the country is greatly obliged to me, For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats, that only consume the corn.
Page 265 - Mid blazing beams and scalding streams, Through fire and smoke he dauntless broke, Where Muggins broke before. But sulphury stench and boiling drench Destroying sight o'erwhelm'd him quite, He sunk to rise no more. Still o'er his head, while Fate he braved, His whizzing water-pipe he waved ; " Whitford and Mitford, ply your pumps, " You, Clutterbuck, come, stir your stumps, " Why are you in such doleful dumps ? " A fireman, and afraid of bumps! — " What are they fear'd on ? fools! 'od rot 'em !"...
Page 137 - He laid him down and closed his eyes; But soon a scream made him arise. He started, and saw two eyes of flame On his pillow, from whence the screaming came.
Page 141 - Indeed," replied the stranger (looking grave), " Then he's a double knave ; He knows that rogues and thieves by scores Nightly beset unguarded doors: And see, how easily might one Of these domestic foes, Even beneath your very nose, Perform his knavish tricks; Enter your room, as I have done, Blow out your candles — thus — and thus — Pocket your silver candlesticks, And — walk off — thus!
Page 175 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea ; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
Page 135 - Twas a piteous sight to see all around The grain lie rotting on the ground. Every day the starving poor Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door; For he had a plentiful last year's store, And all the neighbourhood could tell His granaries were furnished well.
Page 214 - THE Comet ! He is on his way, And singing as he flies ; The whizzing planets shrink before The spectre of the skies ; Ah ! well may regal orbs burn blue, And satellites turn pale, Ten million cubic miles of head, Ten billion leagues of tail ! On, on by whistling spheres of light, He flashes and he flames...