A Budget of Humorous Poetry: Comprising Specimens of the Best and Most Humorous Productions of the Popular American and Foreign Poetical Writers of the DayG.G. Evans, 1859 - 320 頁 |
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第 11 頁
... bank . Still and stiller grew the water , Hushed the canes within the brake ; There was but a kind of coughing At the bottom of the lake . Bryant wept as loud and deeply As a father for A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 11.
... bank . Still and stiller grew the water , Hushed the canes within the brake ; There was but a kind of coughing At the bottom of the lake . Bryant wept as loud and deeply As a father for A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 11.
第 48 頁
... kind ; ' Tis not , believe me , my dear wife , The anguish of the mind ! " It is not in my bosom , dear , No , nor my brain , in sooth ; But Mary , oh , I feel it here , Here in my wisdom tooth ! " Then give , -oh , first best antidote ...
... kind ; ' Tis not , believe me , my dear wife , The anguish of the mind ! " It is not in my bosom , dear , No , nor my brain , in sooth ; But Mary , oh , I feel it here , Here in my wisdom tooth ! " Then give , -oh , first best antidote ...
第 53 頁
... him out all ready for the tomb , And merely to console themselves , they opened the big- gest kind of a game of faro right there in his own room ; But when he heard the checks he flung the linen A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 53.
... him out all ready for the tomb , And merely to console themselves , they opened the big- gest kind of a game of faro right there in his own room ; But when he heard the checks he flung the linen A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . 53.
第 55 頁
... kind the young man's heart , And honest his intention ; He never asks the girls to ride , But such a man is caged ; And if he sees her once a week , Why , surely ' They're engaged ! ' THE MISHAP . " Why art thou weeping , sister ? Why ...
... kind the young man's heart , And honest his intention ; He never asks the girls to ride , But such a man is caged ; And if he sees her once a week , Why , surely ' They're engaged ! ' THE MISHAP . " Why art thou weeping , sister ? Why ...
第 65 頁
... kind o ' prest with Hayin . Ewers respecfly , HOSEA BIGLOW . THIS kind o ' sogerin ' ain't a mite like our October trainin ' , A chap could clear right out from there ef't only looked like rainin ' , An ' th ' Curnles , tu , could kiver ...
... kind o ' prest with Hayin . Ewers respecfly , HOSEA BIGLOW . THIS kind o ' sogerin ' ain't a mite like our October trainin ' , A chap could clear right out from there ef't only looked like rainin ' , An ' th ' Curnles , tu , could kiver ...
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第 155 頁 - 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.
第 95 頁 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?
第 96 頁 - Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh! my daughter!
第 136 頁 - 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.
第 265 頁 - 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 !"...
第 137 頁 - 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.
第 141 頁 - 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!
第 175 頁 - 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.
第 135 頁 - 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.
第 214 頁 - 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...