They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They threatened its life with a railway-share; They charmed it with smiles and soap....
"Don't they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance, because, you know, The tastes of people differ so, Especially in Sprites." ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow every moment less sublime, And votes the thing a bore:
"What's this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon me, and I sat and wept An hour or so, like winking.
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous to her sister-art Music? The Diluter gives us first a few notes of some well-known Air, then a dozen bars of his ow...
I never loved a dear Gazelle, Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, But why should I be fond of such? To glad me with his soft black eye...
"'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.' As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes....
There was a young lady of station 'I love man' was her sole exclamation But when men cried, 'You flatter' She replied, 'Oh! no matter Isle of Man is the true explanation.'