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she took the porcelain in her hand
she poured i drank at her command
drank deep and now you understand | img2poems |
like the star so bright
that somethings all the night
my geraldine | img2poems |
you're fair as the rum ti lum ti sheen
hark
there is what ho | img2poems |
i ploughed it with a ram's horn
sing ivy sing ivy
and sowed it all over with one peppercorn | img2poems |
the babies are bit
the moon's in a fit
and the houses are built without walls | img2poems |
martin said to his man
fie
man fie | img2poems |
i see a sheep shearing corn
fie
man fie | img2poems |
i see a man in the moon
fie
man fie | img2poems |
i see a hare chase a hound
fie
man fie | img2poems |
i see a goose ring a hog
fie
man fie | img2poems |
i see a mouse catch the cat
fie
man fie | img2poems |
there he heard a lady talking
to some milk-white hens of dorking
'tis the lady jingly jones | img2poems |
keep oh keep your chairs and candle
and your jug without a handle
i can merely be your friend | img2poems |
though you're such a hoddy doddy
yet i wish that i could modi
fy the words i needs must say | img2poems |
that is all i have to say
mr
yonghy-bonghy-bo | img2poems |
you're the cove he said for me
on your back beyond the sea
turtle you shall carry me | img2poems |
they called aloud our sieve ain't big
but we don't care a button we don't care a fig
in a sieve we'll go to sea | img2poems |
and every one said who saw them go
oh
won't they soon be upset you know | img2poems |
for the sky is dark and the voyage is long
and happen what may it's extremely wrong
in a sieve to sail so fast | img2poems |
though the sky be dark and the voyage be long
yet we never can think we were rash or wrong
while round in our sieve we spin | img2poems |
o timballoo
how happy we are
when we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar | img2poems |
and all night long in the moonlight pale
we sail away with a pea-green sail
in the shade of the mountains brown | img2poems |
and in twenty years they all came back
in twenty years or more
and every one said how tall they've grown | img2poems |
long ago in youth he squander'd
all his goods away and wander'd
to the timskoop-hills afar | img2poems |
who are you aged man
i said
and how is it you live | img2poems |
so having no reply to give
to what the old man said
i cried come tell me how you live | img2poems |
no hurry
said the carpenter
they thanked him much for that | img2poems |
but not on us
the oysters cried
turning a little blue | img2poems |
but answer came there none
and this was scarcely odd because
they'd eaten every one | img2poems |
we have sailed many weeks we have sailed many days
but a snark on the which we might lovingly gaze
we have never beheld until now | img2poems |
should you happen to venture on one
it will sigh like a thing that is greatly distressed
and it always looks grave at a pun | img2poems |
the thing shall be done
bring me paper and ink
the best there is time to procure | img2poems |
her father was the terror of a small italian town
her mother was a foolish weak but amiable old thing
but it isn't of her parents that i'm going for to sing | img2poems |
and every morning passed her house that cream of gentlemen
she knew she might expect him at a quarter unto ten
a sorter in the custom-house it was his daily road | img2poems |
for shame said father paul my erring daughter
on my word
this is the most distressing news that i have ever heard | img2poems |
they are the most remunerative customers i know
for many many years they've kept starvation from my doors
i never knew so criminal a family as yours | img2poems |
let the piano's martial blast
rouse the echoes of the past
for of agib prince of tartary i sing | img2poems |
and when
they put it all away
he requested them to tune up and begin | img2poems |
oh prince he says says he
if a prince indeed you be
i've a mystery i'm going to reveal | img2poems |
said agib oh
accursed of your kind
i have heard that you are men of evil mind | img2poems |
beth gave a dreadful shriek
but before he'd time to speak
i was mercilessly collared from behind | img2poems |
on my face extended flat
i was walloped with a cat
for listening at the key-hole of the door | img2poems |
for a week from ten to four
i was fastened to the floor
while a mercenary wopped me with a will | img2poems |
tell me whither i may his me tell me dear one that i may know
is it up the highest andes
down a horrible volcano | img2poems |
and he chirped and sang and skipped about and laughed with
laughter hearty
he was wonderfully active for so very stout a party | img2poems |
found at last
i madly shouted
gentle pieman you astound me | img2poems |
and i shouted and i danced until he'd quite a crowd around him
and i rushed away exclaiming i have found him
i have found him | img2poems |
a glimmering thought occurs to me
but i've a kind of notion we
were cruelly changed at birth | img2poems |
o billy
we're going to kill and eat you
so undo the button of your chemie | img2poems |
ho
reef the maintop-gallant-tree
with many a running block | img2poems |
and how does the sextant stand
'oh the sextant's down to the freezing point
and the quadrant's lost a hand | img2poems |
'they stirred their stumps they spiked the pumps
they spliced the mizzen brace
aloft and alow they worked but oh | img2poems |
alas
and alas
has it come to this pass | img2poems |
of course 't was a sensible thing to do
for little peetookle is spared the strain
of the rollicking mastodon over in spain | img2poems |
poor thing
you know she's growing old
and hasn't any folk | img2poems |
sir
she exclaimed how can you try
an honest moon this way | img2poems |
for all your jeering speeches
at duty's call i left my legs
in badajos's breaches | img2poems |
the gentleman then took his cane which lay by his side as he sat
and he dropped in the river his wig in attempting to get out his
hat | img2poems |
his head being thicker than common o'er-balanced the rest of his
fat
and in plumped this son of a woman to follow his wig cane and hat | img2poems |
o it is not for the mellow chestnut
that i so far am come
nor yet for puckery cherries but | img2poems |
a blossom hangs the choke-cherry
and eke the chestnut burr
and thou a silly fowl must be | img2poems |
nor in the forest go
there lurks beneath his bosky tent
the deadly mosquito | img2poems |
the wooden-chuck is next of kin
i fear not thine ill-boding din
and why should i fear her | img2poems |
o rarely blooms the cypripe
and like a torch it shines to me
adown the dark wood-walk | img2poems |
the bark upon the tree
thou at thy will mayst peck and bore
but peck and bore not me | img2poems |
full two long hours i've searched about
and 't would in sooth be rum
if i should now go back without | img2poems |
loud flouted there that student wight
solche warnynge for to hear
i scorn old hen thy threats of might | img2poems |
the wood-peck turned to whet her beak
the student heard her drum
as through the wood he went to seek | img2poems |
alas
the evening bell did ring
and down the walk the freshmen went | img2poems |
unfoalding soon a welth of perl-white teth
the rais of the son soon shet his sinister ey
because of their mutool splendor and warmth | img2poems |
it was a well-conduckted affair no noise
disturbed the harmony of the seen ecsept
onct when a willow was snaped into by the roaling | img2poems |
ye muses pour the pitying tear
for pollio snatch'd away
for had he liv'd another year | img2poems |
o were he born to bless mankind
in virtuous times of yore
heroes themselves had fallen behind | img2poems |
how sad the groves and plains appear
and sympathetic sheep
even pitying hills would drop a tear | img2poems |
his bounty in exalted strain
each bard might well display
since none implor'd relief in vain | img2poems |
and hark
i hear the tuneful throng
his obsequies forbid | img2poems |
yet 't is said that his death
was occasioned at last
by the loss of his breath | img2poems |
i can't recall his name
or what he used to do
but then well such is fame | img2poems |
o golfer be quiet and mark where it scuds
and think of its paces of owners and races
relinquish the links for the study of studs | img2poems |
not understood
take me hence
take me yonder | img2poems |
or only a trifle bigger
than the elves who surround the throne
by mortals in dreams alone | img2poems |
or why did we twain abscond
all breakfastless too from the public view
to prowl by a misty pond | img2poems |
or her uncle
i can't make out
ask your governess dears or tutor | img2poems |
for myself i'm in hopeless doubt
as to why we were there and who on earth we were
and what this is all about | img2poems |
such sir are all the facts succinctly put
the basis or substratum what you will
of the impending eighty thousand lines | img2poems |
next ask that dumpled hag stood snuffling by
with her three frowsy blowsy brats o' babes
the scum o' the kennel cream o' the filth-heap faugh | img2poems |
boats were curtseying rising bowing
and sands were a ribbon of green endowing
and o the sun-dazzle on bark and bight | img2poems |
the trees that grow upon the shore
have grown a hundred years or more
so long there is no knowing | img2poems |
he loiters with the briar rose
the blue-belles are his play-fellows
that dance upon their slender stem | img2poems |
and i have said my little will
why should not he continue still
a thing of nature's rearing | img2poems |
a thing beyond the world's control
a living vegetable soul
no human sorrow fearing | img2poems |
it were a blessed sight to see
that child become a willow-tree
his brother trees among | img2poems |
three-quarter-back on the kingsclere crack was station enough for
me
with a fresh jackyarder blowing and the vicarage goal a-lee | img2poems |
and we all kicked off from the gasworks end with a yoicks
and a
gone away | img2poems |
when w
g
ran clean through his lee and beat him twice with a lob | img2poems |
deuce vantage check
by neck and neck we rounded into the
straight | img2poems |
hand over hand by the members' stand i lifted and eased her up
shot clean and fair to the crossbar there and landed the
jubilee cup | img2poems |
the odd by a head and leg before so the judge he gave the word
and the umpire shouted over
but i neither spoke nor stirred | img2poems |
they crowded round: for there on the ground i lay in a dead-cold
swoon
pitched neck and crop on the turf atop of my beautiful wooden spoon | img2poems |
the auld wife sat at her ivied door
a thing she had frequently done before
and her spectacles lay on her aproned knees | img2poems |
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