There Was an Old Lady Whose Folly (Edward Lear Poem)
There was an Old Lady whose folly Induced her to sit in a holly: Whereupon by a thorn Her dress ...
There was an Old Lady whose folly Induced her to sit in a holly: Whereupon by a thorn Her dress ...
I The stars were wild that summer evening As on the low lake shore stood you and I And every ...
Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor, ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Cupid as he lay among Roses, by a Bee was stung. Whereupon in anger flying To his Mother, said thus ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Yesterday, for a long while, the early morning sunlight in the trees was sufficient, replaced by a hello from a ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who ...
Let others speak of her shame, I speak of my own. O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As ...
I recall a boil, whereupon as I had to sit, just where, and when I had to, for deadlines. O ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
THE GREY road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: The eve was all one voice that breathed its message ...
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but ...
NOTE.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriage-so far as ...
You know the old story Ann Landers tells About the houseife in her basement doing the wash? She's wearing her ...
I ran away from home with the circus, Having fallen in love with Mademoiselle Estralada, The lion tamer. One time, ...
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like an injured ...
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