Year Book of HumorBurges Johnson T.Y. Crowell & Company, 1910 - 161 頁 |
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Addison Mizner Alice Allah APRIL AUGUST Bab Ballads Barry Pain Bill Nye Burgess Nonsense Book Calverley Carolyn Charles Battell Loomis Cynic's Calendar dead dear DECEMBER Douglas Jerrold Edward Lear eggs EIGHTEENTH ELEVENTH eyes Fables FEBRUARY FIFTEENTH Finley Peter Dunne flowers Foolish Dictionary FOURTEENTH Gelett Burgess George Ade Gilbert Goblin hair Harry Graham head Heartless Homes Isabel Frances Bellows James Jeffrey Roche JANUARY Josh Billings JULY JUNE Lewis Carroll little babe lonesome ribs Looking-Glass Lullaby Majesty the King MARCH Merry Bard moon Nesbit never Nicholas night NINETEENTH NINTH NOVEMBER o'er OCTOBER Oliver Herford Oliver Wendell Holmes poor Purple Cow Rhymes for Heartless Richard Brinsley Sheridan Ruthless Rhymes selections SEPTEMBER SEVENTEENTH Shadrack sing SIXTEENTH SIXTH sleep snake sweet TENTH thee thing THIRTEENTH THIRTIETH Thomas Hood thou Tickle TWELFTH TWENTY-EIGHTH TWENTY-FIRST TWENTY-FOURTH TWENTY-NINTH TWENTY-SECOND TWENTY-SEVENTH TWENTY-THIRD Wallace Irwin William young
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第 41 頁 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ! The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.
第 86 頁 - Long time the manxome foe he sought — So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack ! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
第 9 頁 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And Ms passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled.
第 85 頁 - Ben. Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms. Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, "Let others shoot; For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot.
第 34 頁 - With spirits feather light, Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin, (Good heavens ! the child is swallowing a pin !) Thou little tricksy Puck! With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door, the door ! he'll tumble down the stair !) Thou darling of thy sire...
第 77 頁 - So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top; and they all fell to playing the game of...
第 22 頁 - Our Sieve ain't big, But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig! In a Sieve we'll go to sea!' Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue...
第 93 頁 - THERE was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good She was very, very good. And when she was bad she was horrid.
第 8 頁 - Little I ask ; my wants are few ; I only wish a hut of stone (A very plain brown stone will do), That I may call my own ; — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me : Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen ! I always thought cold victual nice ; — My choice would be vanilla-ice.
第 11 頁 - You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak — Pray, how did you manage to do it?