'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce, As she open'd the door to her husband's knock, Then paus'd to give him a piece of advice, 'You nasty Warmint, look at the Clock!...
Och! the Coronation! what celebration For emulation can with it compare? When to Westminster the Royal Spinster, And the Duke of Leinster, all in order did repair! 'Twas there you'd see the New Polishemen...
Whene'er with pitying eye I view Each operative sot in town. I smile to think how wondrous few Get drunk who study at the University we've Got in town,
It was a litter, a litter of five, Four are drown'd and one left alive, He was thought worthy alone to survive; And the Bagman resolved upon bringing him up,...
Francois Xavier Auguste was a gay Mousquetaire, The Pride of the Camp, the delight of the Fair: He'd a mien so distingu and so dbonnaire, And shrugg'd with a grace so recherch and rare,...
There stands a City,, neither large nor small, Its air and situation sweet and pretty; It matters very little if at all Whether its denizens are dull or witty, Whether the ladies there are short or tall,...
Malefica quaedam auguriatrix in Anglia fuit, quam demones horribiliter extraxerunt, et imponentes super equum terribilem, per aera rapuerunt; Clamoresque terribiles (ut ferunt) per quatuor ferme miliaria audiebantur. ...
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair! Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree,...
Odille was a maid of a dignified race; Her father, Count Otto, was lord of Alsace; Such an air, such a grace, Such a form, such a face, All agreed 'twere a fruitless endeavour to trace...
The Captain is walking his quarter-deck, With a troubled brow and a bended neck; One eye is down through the hatchway cast, The other turns up to the truck on the mast;...
I believe there are few But have heard of a Jew, Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw' In money transactions as ever you knew; An exorbitant miser, who never yet lent...
Oh! the balloon, the great balloon! It left Vauxhall one Monday at noon, And every one said we should hear of it soon With news from Aleppo or Scanderoon. But very soon after, folks changed their tune:...
Scene, the 'Snuggery' at Tappington. Grandpapa in a high-backed cane-bottomed elbow-chair of carved walnut-tree, dozing; his nose at an angle of forty-five degrees,his thumbs slowly perform the rotatory motion described by lexi...
Too late! though flowerets round me blow, And clearing skies shine bright and fair; Their genial warmth avails not now Thou art not here the beam to share.