Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha’nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since th… And ever since then the clapper is… And the sweeps have fallen from H…
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding,
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pr… Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn, And lived with all his Sisters wh… His father lived, in Berkeley Squ…
The soldier month, the bulwark of… That never more shall hear such vi… He stands apparent with his heaven… And helmeted of grand Etruscan go… Our harvest is the bounty he has w…
When Jesus Christ was four years… The angels brought Him toys of go… Which no man ever had bought or so… And yet with these He would not p… He made Him small fowl out of cla…
I, from a window where the Meuse… Looked eastward out to the Septem… The men that in the hopeless battl… Rose, and deployed, and stationed… A brumal army, vague and ordered l…
Torture will give a dozen pence or… To keep a drab from bawling at his… The public taste is quite a differ… Torture is positively paid to sing…
November is that historied Empero… Conquered in age, but foot to foot… Who from his refuge high has heard… Of squadrons in pursuit, and now,… Stirrups the storm and calls the w…
Hoar Time about the house betakes… Seeking an entry for his weariness… And in that dreadful company distr… And the sad night with silent foot… On my poor fire the brands are sca…
May all my enemies go to hell, Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.
Inviting the influence of a young… You wear the morning like your dre… And are with mastery crown’d; When as you walk your loveliness Goes shining all around:
Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slo… His hair is lank and made of tow. And here we have the Alpine Race:
Most Holy Night, that still dost… The keys of all the doors of sleep… To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them
It happened to Lord Lundy then, As happens to so many men: Towards the age of twenty-six, They shoved him into politics; In which profession he commanded
I shoot the Hippopotamus With bullets made of platinum, Because if I use leaden ones His hide is sure to flatten 'em.
