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I painted her a gushing thing,With years about a score;I little thought to find they wereAt least a dozen more;My fancy gave her eyes of blue,A curly auburn head:I came to find the blue a green,The auburn turned to red.…
There are certain things—as, a spider, a ghost,The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three—That I hate, but the thing that I hate the mostIs a thing they call the Sea. Pour some salt water over the floor—Ugly I’m sure you’ll…
Lorenzo dwelt at Heighington, (Hys cote was made of Dimity,)Least-ways yf not exactly there, Yet yn yt’s close proximity.Hee called on mee—hee stayed to tee— Yet not a word he ut-tered,Untyl I sayd, “D’ye lyke your bread Dry?” and hee…
From his shoulder HiawathaTook the camera of rosewood,Made of sliding, folding rosewood;Neatly put it all together.In its case it lay compactly,Folded into nearly nothing;But he opened out the hinges,Pushed and pulled the joints and hinges,Till it looked all squares and…
Little Birds are diningWarily and well,Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waitersGorgeous in their gaiters—I’ve a Tale to tell. Little Birds are feedingJustices with jam,Rich in frizzled ham:Rich, I say, in oystersHaunting shady cloisters—That is what I am.…
In stature the Manlet was dwarfish– No burly, big Blunderbore he;And he wearily gazed on the crawfish His Wifelet had dressed for his tea.”Now reach me, sweet Atom, my gunlet, And hurl the old shoelet for luck;Let me hie to…
“One thousand pounds per annuumIs not so bad a figure, come!”Cried Tottles. “And I tell you, flat,A man may marry well on that!To say ‘the Husband needs the Wife’Is not the way to represent it.The crowning joy of Woman’s lifeIs…
King Fisher courted Lady Bird——Sing Beans, sing Bones, sing Butterflies!“Find me my match,’ he said,“With such a noble head——With such a beard, as white as curd——With such expressive eyes!’ “Yet pins have heads,’ said Lady Bird——Sing Prunes, sing Prawns, sing…
He stept so lightly to the land,All in his manly pride:He kissed her cheek, he clasped her hand;Yet still she glanced aside.“Too gay he seems,” she darkly dreams,“Too gallant and too gay,To think of me—poor simple me—When he is far…