(Wordsworth)
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THE Camel’s hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo… But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do. Kiddies and grown—ups too—oo—oo,
OUT o’ the wilderness, dusty an’… (Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin… ’Oo is it ’eads to the Detail Sup… A section, a pompom (1), an’ six ’… ’Ere comes the clerk with ’is lant…
CAIN and Abel were brothers born… (Koop—la! Come along, cows!) One raised cattle and one raised c… (Koop—la! Come along! Co—hoe!) And Cain he farmed by the river—s…
There’s a whisper down the field w… And the ricks stand grey to the su… Singing: ‘Over then, come over, f… ‘And your English summer’s done.’ You have heard the beat of the off…
NOW this is the tale of the Coun… To ease the strong of their burden… He sent a word to the peoples, who… That the straw might be counted fa… The Lords of Their Hands assembl…
THE MIRACLE of our land’s spe… And long received, none marvel whe… We have such wealth as Rome at he… Had not or (having) scattered not… Nor with such arrant prodigality,
AS our mother the Frigate, bepain… Made play for her bully the Ship… So we, her bold daughters by iron… Accost and decoy to our masters’ d… Now, pray you, consider what toils…
I WENT into a public 'ouse to ge… The publican 'e up an’ sez, “ We… The girls be’ind the bar they laug… I outs into the street again an’ t… O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that…
I have made for you a song, And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it’s t… I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain,
I WILL let loose against you the… I will call in the Jungle to stam… The roofs shall fade before it, The house—beams shall fall; And the Karela, the bitter Karela…
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride o… Owner of a native press, “Barrish… Waited on the Government with a c… Sabres by the bucketful, rifles by… Then the Indian Government winked…
As I was spittin’ into the Ditch… I seed a man on a man-o’-war got u… 'E was scrapin’ the paint from off… Sez 'e, “I’m a Jolly —'Er Majest… Now ‘is work begins by Gawd knows…
Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press
BENEATH the deep veranda’s shad… When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch—alas!— Another evening die. Blood—red behind the sere ferash
HEH! Walk her round. Heave, ah h… Over, snatch her over, there, and… Loose all sail, and brace your yar… Ready jib to pay her off and heave… Well, ah fare you well; we can sta…