The New Bath Guide: Part II, Letter XI (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Description of the Ball, with an Episode on Beau ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Description of the Ball, with an Episode on Beau ...
Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a twist I eye her bosom and consider a ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
Part FirstYou'll recall, if you're strong on historical stuff, The name of that highly deluded old fluff Who chartered a ...
Bill Barcoo was a station 'and - 'e was a station 'and, And grafted all the year like Pharaoh's Jews.But ...
A BLISTERED span of blazing sand, A burning arch of sky . . . Despair and Death on either hand ...
Heigh, Ned, owd mon, aw feel as fain As ony brid 'at sings i' May;Come, sit tho deawn, aw'll ...
TIME has a magic wand! What is this meets my hand, Moth-eaten, moldy, and Covered with fluff? Faded, and stiff, ...
If Mr. Jones, Lycurgus B.,Had one peculiar quality,'Twas his severe advocacyOf conjugal fidelity.His views of heaven were very free;His views ...
The cocktail is a pleasant drink;It's mild and harmless - I don't think!When you've had one, you call for two,And ...
MRS. CARTER speaks:We came oot here in '87, A lang, lang way ower sea;A renky chap wur my Bill an* ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
He came to read. Two or three books are open; historians and poets. But he only read for ten minutes, ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
O WHY the deuce should I repine, And be an ill foreboder? I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine, I'll go ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
A prisoner speaks: Majority of twenty-three, I face the Judge with joy and glee; For am I not a lucky ...
She I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed. I've never seen him - that's the funny part. I ...
When SUPERSTITION rul'd the land And Priestcraft shackled Reason, At GODSTOW dwelt a goodly band, Grey monks they were, and ...
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