Oh! listen to the tale of little Annie Protheroe. She kept a small post-office in the neighbourhood of BOW; She loved a skilled mechanic, who was famous in his day -...
The sun was setting in its wonted west, When Hongree, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores, Met Mahry Daubigny, the Village Rose, Under the Wizard's Oak old trysting-place Of those who loved in rosy Aquitaine. ...
When rival adorers come courting a maid, There's something or other may often be said, Why HE should be pitched upon rather than HIM. This wasn't the case with Old PAUL and Old TIM. ...
It's my opinion - though I own In thinking so I'm quite alone - In some respects I'm but a fright. YOU like my features, I suppose? I'M disappointed with my nose:...
Only a dancing girl, With an unromantic style, With borrowed color and curl, With fixed mechanical smile, With many a hackneyed wile, With ungrammatical lips, And corns that mar her trips! ...
To a garden full of posies Cometh one to gather flowers, And he wanders through its bowers Toying with the wanton roses, Who, uprising from their beds, Hold on high their shameless heads...
When you find you're a broken-down critter, Who is all of a trimmle and twitter, With your palate unpleasantly bitter, As if you'd just bitten a pill - When your legs are as thin as dividers,...
Fear no unlicensed entry, Heed no bombastic talk, While guards the British Sentry Pall Mall and Birdcage Walk. Let European thunders Occasion no alarms, Though diplomatic blunders...
From east and south the holy clan Of bishops gathered, to a man; To synod, called Pan-Anglican; In flocking crowds they came. Among them was a Bishop, who Had lately been appointed to...
I often wonder whether you Think sometimes of that Bishop, who From black but balmy Rum-ti-Foo Last summer twelvemonth came. Unto your mind I p'r'aps may bring Remembrance of the man I sing...
In enterprise of martial kind, When there was any fighting, He led his regiment from behind, He found it less exciting. But when away his regiment ran, His place was at the fore, O That celebrated,...
There grew a little flower 'Neath a great oak tree: When the tempest 'gan to lower Little heeded she: No need had she to cower, For she dreaded not its power - She was happy in the bower...