Jacob Homnium’s Hoss (William Makepeace Thackeray Poems)
One sees in Viteall Yard,Vere pleacemen do resort,A wenerable hinstitute,'Tis call'd the Pallis Court.A gent as got his i on ...
One sees in Viteall Yard,Vere pleacemen do resort,A wenerable hinstitute,'Tis call'd the Pallis Court.A gent as got his i on ...
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
Batholomew Benjamin BuntingHad only three passions in life,And one of the trio was hunting,The others his babe and his wife.And ...
The cop holds me up like a fish;he feels the huge bonessurrounding my eyes,and he runs a thumb under them,lifting ...
In one great now, superior to an age,The full extremes of nature's force we find:How heavenly virtue can exalt, or ...
The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O! The robin sings his song by the dairy O!Where the little Jenny wrens cock ...
The Puppy cannot mew or talk,He has a funny kind of walk,His tail is difficult to wagAnd that's what makes ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
Unless you 'ide that axe, she sez, "'E'll 'urt 'imself reel bad.An' after all - Now, Bill, don't cry! - ...
'E sez to me, "Wot's orl this flamin' war? The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.An'wot's ole England got ...
'Tis morn.An individualistic cockProclaims the fact.The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn.'Tis time to get up and act!'Tis eight o'clock!The stern ...
When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roamThe mazy road, the crazy road that leads the ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
WHEN the jury files in to deliver a verdict after weeks of direct and cross examinations, hot clashes of lawyers ...
I have studied the Science of departures, in night's sorrows, when a woman's hair falls down. The oxen chew, there's ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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