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 12 頁
... bottom of his chest . Only always from the bottom Sounds of frequent coughing rolled . Just as if the huge Cawana Had a most confounded cold . On the bank lay Cullen Bryant , As the second 12 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY .
... bottom of his chest . Only always from the bottom Sounds of frequent coughing rolled . Just as if the huge Cawana Had a most confounded cold . On the bank lay Cullen Bryant , As the second 12 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY .
第 19 頁
... sound to the expectant crowd proclaimed that they had met . And now the sun was going down , when , hark ! a rifle's crack ! Hush - hush ! another strikes the air , and all their breath draw back , - Then crashing on through bush and ...
... sound to the expectant crowd proclaimed that they had met . And now the sun was going down , when , hark ! a rifle's crack ! Hush - hush ! another strikes the air , and all their breath draw back , - Then crashing on through bush and ...
第 69 頁
... sound enough , -ez I'm a livin ' creeter , I felt a thing go thru my leg , — ' t wuz nothin ' more ' n a skeeter ! Then there's the yeller fever tu , they call it here el vomito , - ( Come , thet wun't du , you landcrab there , I tell ...
... sound enough , -ez I'm a livin ' creeter , I felt a thing go thru my leg , — ' t wuz nothin ' more ' n a skeeter ! Then there's the yeller fever tu , they call it here el vomito , - ( Come , thet wun't du , you landcrab there , I tell ...
第 74 頁
... berth at eight o'clock , This ancient skipper might be found ; No matter how his craft would rock , He slept ; for skippers ' naps are sound ! The watch on deck would , now and then , 74 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . The Alarmed Skipper.
... berth at eight o'clock , This ancient skipper might be found ; No matter how his craft would rock , He slept ; for skippers ' naps are sound ! The watch on deck would , now and then , 74 A BUDGET OF HUMOROUS POETRY . The Alarmed Skipper.
第 97 頁
... sound comparison , For to finish out my song . There's a snake , he can grow no bigger When he has got his length ; When his head is smashed in pieces , Then his body has lost his strength . England has lost America , So sure as the ...
... sound comparison , For to finish out my song . There's a snake , he can grow no bigger When he has got his length ; When his head is smashed in pieces , Then his body has lost his strength . England has lost America , So sure as the ...
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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...