A GENTLEMAN of City fame Now claims your kind attention; East India broking was his game, His name I shall not mention: No one of finely-pointed sense Would violate a confidence, And shall _I_ go...
Were I a king in very truth, And had a son - a guileless youth - In probable succession; To teach him patience, teach him tact, How promptly in a fix to act, He should adopt, in point of fact,...
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 -...
BABETTE she was a fisher gal, With jupon striped and cap in crimps. She passed her days inside the Halle, Or catching little nimble shrimps. Yet she was sweet as flowers in May,...
HE. I know a youth who loves a little maid (Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!) Silent is he, for he's modest and afraid (Hey, but he's timid as a youth can be!)
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. ...
Bold-faced ranger (Perfect stranger) Meets two well-behaved young ladies He's attractive, Young and active - Each a little bit afraid is. Youth advances, At his glances...
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,...
If my action's stiff and crude, Do not laugh, because it's rude. If my gestures promise larks, Do not make unkind remarks. Clockwork figures may be found Everywhere and all around....
When I went to the Bar as a very young man, (Said I to myself said I), I'll work on a new and original plan (Said I to myself said I), I'll never assume that a rogue or a thief...
I cannot tell what this love may be That cometh to all but not to me. It cannot be kind as they'd imply, Or why do these gentle ladies sigh? It cannot be joy and rapture deep,...
Sing for the garish eye, When moonless brandlings cling! Let the froddering crooner cry, And the braddled sapster sing. For never, and never again, Will the tottering beechlings play,...
This is SIR BARNABY BAMPTON BOO, Last of a noble race, BARNABY BAMPTON, coming to woo, All at a deuce of a pace. BARNABY BAMPTON BOO, Here is a health to you:...
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...
Comes the broken flower - Comes the cheated maid - Though the tempest lower, Rain and cloud will fade! Take, O maid, these posies: Though thy beauty rare Shame the blushing roses,...
Sorry her lot who loves too well, Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly, Had are the sighs that own the spell Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly; Heavy the sorrow that bows the head...