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  ``Where his victims met their fate--= Where the "bunyip" glides, and the inky tides ``Lip, lap on the gloomy shore, And the loathsome snake of the swamp abides


id: 45391
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  ``Lead to realms of darkness ```Where the wicked roam.= ``Likewise little cuss words ```Such as "blast


id: 45391
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  ``For I can plainly see `That such a line of life as this ``Much harder lines would be.= `Beneath a bushel in the bush `


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  ``The young ''uns lark and fun; ``The cook and I exchanges blows ```If supper isn''t done.= ``And when the tea and mutton''s gone, ```And each has had enough, ``We shoves the plates and pints away


id: 45391
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  ``Against those brewers'' _grains_.= ``And with a bright triumphant flush, ```Their Captain, Mr. Staves


id: 45391
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  ```And every well-caught catch.= ``I fain would tell of Mr. Keggs ```(They spiled and bunged his eye) ``Of Barley-corn


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id: 28184
title: The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne
author: Burgess, Gelett
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  You know how little Stuff is going to live, The New York Times has oft a little Way The Publisher prints new books every Year; Yes, but who reads the Books of Yesterday? Booming''s the way," he says, "to make Books go! I sometimes think that never Prose is read In Smart Set--surely you know whom I mean-For some we''ve read, the month''s Six Selling Best Girls with Three Names, who know not Who from Whom! Are scatter''d, and her Books by Critics cussed. And many a Tale I read and understood, Who strikes for Art is looked at as a Jest. God knows the things they print are Rot, for Fair! Who buys--Who reads--the Stuff that boils _my_ Pot?" Is not the one that sells the most, God knows! Of Critic who _reads_ Books that he Reviews! In boiling down the Million Books we read Oh, rising Author, read Me once again


id: 17104
title: The Rocket Book
author: Newell, Peter
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  came the rocket, unannounced, And, turning to his grandsons, said, Then through the pot the rocket shot "Well, now," said Jo, "I never thought When all at once that rocket, stout, The rocket thundered, flaring! That rocket, dread, went tearing Then came the rocket, fierce and bright, The family dog, with frenzied mien, the rocket flashed between, Then came the rocket and it smashed Fair Carrie promptly turned her head, Just then the rocket flared up bright The rocket flared and spluttered. "I said that hat was all too loud!" "Who would have thought that toy," said pap, "My dear," said he to Mrs. Pease, the rocket smote that clock "You have a fine alarm," said Doc, "Be careful, Gus," his good wife said; Just then the pesky rocket flared The rocket on its fiery course "Whoa, Spot!" said Burt. When suddenly the rocket, bright, That rocket''s wild career!


id: 17102
title: An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
author: Goldsmith, Oliver
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  This dog and man at first were friends; Went mad, and bit the man. The wondering neighbours ran; And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die Picture Books _In square crown 4to, picture covers, with numerous coloured plates._ 4 The Mad Dog 4 The Mad Dog 4 The Mad Dog Coloured Pictures and innumerable Outline Sketches._ Caldecott''s Picture Book No. 2 Caldecott''s Picture Book No. 2 Caldecott''s Picture Book No. 2 3 Hey-Diddle-Diddle-Picture Book 4 The Panjandrum Picture Book Collection of Pictures and Songs No. 1 containing the first 8 books listed above with their Colour Pictures and numerous Outline Collection of Pictures and Songs No. 2 containing the second 8 books listed above with their Colour Pictures and numerous Outline _The Published Prices of the above Picture Books can be obtained of all


id: 17254
title: The Slant Book
author: Newell, Peter
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  Where Bobby lives there is a hill-Once Bobby''s Go-cart broke away The careless Nurse screamed in dismay He clapped his hands, in manner rude, But down the Go-cart swiftly sped The Go-cart and the Lady met The Go-cart then came rushing in The Go-cart caught--and laid him flat, The Hat fell out and settled down "Say, I''m the swellest kid in town!" "A GO-CART BREAKS AWAY!" Then as the Go-cart speeded by, Then as the Go-cart speeded by, The Go-cart''s speed was so increased The Go-cart knocked her off her feet "Your fare!" said Bobby, with a shout, The Go-cart caught the rope midway The Go-cart skidded off the street On came the Go-cart down the grade To note the Go-cart coming Then came the Go-cart like a gale And so this Cart, you may depend, That chanced to block its way, And Bobby made a flying jump


id: 23338
title: The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam With Apologies to Omar
author: Duff, J. L.
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  [Illustration: The Rubàiyàt of Ohow Dryyàm] Franklin OHOW DRYYAM _The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam_ "Drink coffee, Lads, for that is all that''s left The Haigs indeed are gone, and on the Nose Come, fill the Cup, and in the Coffee-house We''ll learn a new and temperate Carouse-Yes, but where match the beer of Yesterday? Beside me sighing in the Wilderness-Sigh for Inebriate Paradise to come, While Moonshine takes the Cash (no Credit goes) Like Snow upon the Desert''s dusty Face, It lights us for an hour and then--is gone. The gilded Bar, and all my Lucre spent The gilded Bar ..._] Of Hooch, I wonder what Bootleggers buy One half so precious as the Stuff they sell. If I am garnered of the Law, wilt Thou, _And Bill the Bootlegger--the Infidel!--_] _And Bill the Bootlegger--the Infidel!--_] _Six_ Moons arise--who now seek _Two_ in vain. Six Moons arise ..._]


id: 23749
title: The Mythological Zoo
author: Herford, Oliver
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  That head of curling snakes to dress. A "Sop to Cerberus" at the gate, The other half) are _Cats_ to-day. So wonderful about the Sphinx? To call a Jinn the only thing One needed was a magic ring. All day she combs her hair and longs I wonder what the King would do The Satyr lived in times remote, A shape half-human and half-goat, You''d think a lion or a snake A lion and a snake combined, Let scientists the breed pooh! Goat-like on patent-kidded feet, lion, goat, and snake combined! The burning question of his day: It chanced that Allah, looking round, Queer ladies in the olden days. Two kinds of human bird to-day-The horse in time went off his feed, When one day--OATMEAL was invented! The other day A horse with wings could not have more Two of his legs, his wings to save. THE MYTHOLOGICAL ZOO _net_, .75


id: 27182
title: More Peers : Verses
author: Belloc, Hilaire
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  known as LORD HENRY CHASE 12 Arthur Weekes, commonly known as LORD FINCHLEY, George Punter, commonly known as LORD HIPPO, Lord Roehampton sought a Specialist, who said: The Budget _and_ the House of Lords, Lord Calvin Lord Calvin thought the Bishops should not sit Lord Henry Chase What happened to Lord Henry Chase? Lord Heygate About LORD EPSOM and his horse. Lord Epsom A Horse, Lord Epsom did bestride Lord Epsom clearly understood Lord Finchley Lord Ali-Baba was a Turk Lord Hippo Lord Hippo suffered fearful loss "Dread Sire--to-day--at Ascot--I ..." Lord Uncle Tom Lord Uncle Tom was different from Lord Lucky To shoot with several people, one His heir, Lord Ugly, roared, "You Brute! His right-hand Barrel only got The second heir, Lord Poddleplot; Lord Canton the Present Lord Canton Appears to be the reason that he died. Lord Abbott Lord Abbott''s coronet was far too small,


id: 26388
title: A Humorous History of England
author: Harrison, Charles
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  [Illustration: The Great Struggle in Charles'' Time. [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic] [Illustration: IRON JELLOIDS The Great Tonic]


id: 31467
title: The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor
author: Rowland, Helen
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  [Illustration: PROMISED TO PAY A WOMAN''S BILLS FOR LIFE.] You know how little while we have to Love-And Love''s light Hand is knocking at the door!" [Illustration: HIS WINTER GARMENTS HUNG--WHERE, NO ONE KNOWS!] A charming Woman--and the old Love-Game! Who laughed at Love, as but an idle jest, LOOK to the Married Men! Promised to pay a Woman''s bills for life-INDEED, ''tis better to have loved and lost-Than to have loved and married, and for aye, OFT, to some patient married man I turn, Turned gaily to the old Love-Game, once more. AND, much as I repented things like this, Would you cast a loving Woman hence? Would you cast a loving Woman hence? A MARRIED MAN, to rail in vain at Fate! Dost thou, to-day, of Man a puppet make! _Too oft_ to Love''s empyrean Font I stray, Up to the rose-decked Altar-Rail shall pass,


id: 31486
title: The Monkey''s Frolic: A Humorous Tale, in Verse
author: Anonymous
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  And _Puss_ look''d her thanks, and politely cried _Mew_! _Pug_ then shook her paw, and they sat down together, "Miss _Puss_," he exclaim''d, "you''ll be shaved, I presume?" Now _Pug_ could not find either razor or knife, So _Puss_ ran no hazard of losing her life;-_Pug_ found what the terrified _Cat_ thought as bad; With which Barber _Pug_ now proceeded to scrape her. While _Pug_, still determined to give her a scraping, For _Pug_ had contrived, amid _Susan''s_ alarms, To reach the house-top, with Miss _Puss_ in his arms. Now fearing that _Pug_ or Miss _Puss_ might be maim''d, But _Pug_ with loose tiles soon repulsed the assailant. _Pug_ chatter''d and paced to and fro on the roof, And _Puss_ and the _Monkey_ grown fiercer and bolder, "My _Monkey_ and _Cat_ have created alarm; Nursery Ditties: from the Lips of Mrs. Lullaby. By the Author of "Stories of Old Daniel."


id: 21676
title: Confessions of a Caricaturist
author: Herford, Oliver
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  New York · Charles Scribner''s Sons Like good Saint Francis scatters crumbs I like to draw Napoleon best (For drawing hands I have no knack.) But I can draw him either way." I love to picture Daniel Frohman It looks like Charlie''s out to bust I like Marconi best to see A Book by Bennett will appear Was the Belasco of his day-We think it is the Setting Sun, I once drew Ibsen, looking bored (Or one of them) why John Drew draws. Like Zangwill, is not void of worth It looks like nothing else on earth. But then, you see, I _like_ to do George Bernard Shaw (George likes it too). From Hiram Maxim''s hair you''d think Somehow I always like to think Of GEORGEADE as a Summer Drink, In Summer-time, beneath the shade, To draw, for when the picture''s done, Can say the likeness is not true?


id: 23611
title: Why They Married
author: Flagg, James Montgomery
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  Don''t marry in an off-hand way, He married the forceful Miss Howe, And married him in lieu of John, who''d left her in the lurch "I never could marry that kind of a man!" The reason sweet Alice got married to-day-At least that''s the reason he married! You never can guess why she married this man, She married him merely because he had hair The reason Jenks married, The rector got married to Annabel Gauze, He made up his mind that he''d marry because He married her because she didn''t swagger like a man, They are married and Maudie looks quite worn out, A friend asked why he married such a tiny little wife-When his wife died he married her sister, When the time came of course they got married, [Illustration: These Lots will go to the man who marries me Al Higgins thought he married well when he got Sally Brown,


id: 23614
title: Happy Days
author: Herford, Oliver
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  STAIRS: A TOAST 29 If but Fashion stay? Health to her type! Dry nurse of infancy, _A health_ to our floor! One man''s music''s To The Publisher!--Drink! May she awake to life some day Here''s to the man who invented stairs So let his name go down to fame, Saint and Sorceress and Queen! Queen, whose rod her slaves adore! In the palm of thy hand, How one day thy ghost He reads through thy soul, Then he looks at the basket, Then looks at the scroll; And frowns for one long if thy Fall into the basket May he soften his heart Long account he shall look, "The Lord gives you Credit A health to King Neptune, And we''ll never stop toasting him We drink your health, O Waiter! From old age, gout, or sudden death!-Here''s to our Readers, Health! good Looks! And may they live to read our Books


id: 23792
title: The Rubáiyát of Bridge
author: Wells, Carolyn
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  HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS =When the Red Hand of Dummy is laid down, Before we lose the Lead, and let Them make Sans Lead, sans Score, sans Honor, and sans Stake! A Book of Bridge Rules underneath the Bough, But High or Low, as suits the Player shows; As where some Bridge Game has been badly Played. By the Fourth Hand,--your Smiles are somewhat Less! "With more than Three Hearts, always lead the Low!" =I''ve played with Players of all Sorts,--but I =And then,--and then came Three, and, Cards in Hand, =I often Wonder what Bridge Players gain One thing in Bridge is Certain,--''tis not Lore! The Hand that holds the Cards will win the Score! When You and I our Last Bridge Game have played, As the Heart Ace should heed a little Spade. Of Magic Dummy Hands that Come and Go. =Played to the Last Trump by the Hand of Fate,


id: 26437
title: The Rubaiyat of a Huffy Husband
author: Little, Mary Wallace Bundy
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  _The Gorham Press, Boston, U. The Dreams of Happiness I have each Night, Then one and all will know the Reason why On Christmas day a good Friend did present My Wife a Book; no doubt with best intent. The "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" ''twas. Wife found the Time to revel in that Book, She soon possessed the dreadful Omar Fad, But now each time I come back to the House So deep absorbed in Omar''s Rubaiyat, To be amused, My Wife says, "I will read." And come not back till think she''s through with It. Have gained relief from Somewhere in the Sky. But Wife says, Omar''s reckoning proves it My Wife''s Love for him only more Intense. ''Tis only to dear Omar she pays Heed. Until this Omar--dead eight Hundred Years, Just so those happy Days of long ago She gets her Book, and says I must take Heed


id: 5408
title: The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Jr.
author: Irwin, Wallace
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  The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr. Translated from the Original Bornese into English Verse by Omars to translate; and what was his surprise to note that the work of a wonder, then, that not until the first Omaric madness had passed away were the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Jr., lifted into the light after an Although little is known of the life of Omar Khayyam the elder, the Omaric kisses reason, and had Omar Khayyam lived in our own day he would doubtless Due doubtless to the preservative influence of smoke Omar Khayyam, Jr., The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, Jr. He lets me have good tobacco, and he does not XXXVI Ibsen Boccacio; for a Persian poet of so remote a date, Omar Persia, Omar Khayyam, Jr., brought to Borneo many of the more refined cigar much favoured by the younger Omar.


id: 6438
title: Fables for the Frivolous
author: Carryl, Guy Wetmore
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  THE RUDE RAT AND THE UNOSTENTATIOUS OYSTER The fox replied, with fine disdain, For the way the lady said it "Look alive!" the eagle said; Grow things like that upon a vine, "If pumpkins fell from trees like that," She said, "and of practical use, The town rat murmured, "The feast is ended." And said some things that were quite profane. The kind that people send, you know, "Of course," said the oak, "in my sapling days The shrewd little bulrush answered, "Friend, "My friend," said the wolf, with a winsome air, "My capers," he cried, "are the kind that are He said one brief, emphatic word, THE MORAL is: A fox is bound This fish had a way that would win him a place The fisherman said, "You will tire out your tongue. And THE MORAL, you''ll find, is although it is kind THE MORAL: When your dinner comes


id: 36321
title: Misrepresentative Men
author: Graham, Harry
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  ''Tis easy work to be exact, A long-felt want among Beginners; In winter he will work all day, And lots of other people''s books; For right throughout his works there is That Shakespeare wrote the works of Bacon. Against the works of other people. Poor Joan of Arc, of course, was bound In Hist''ry holds a noble place, "In making Joan of Arc a man?" (A state of things which ends in smoke, This simple man at once began Upon his head an apple placing, He called to mind his offspring''s skill [Illustration: "_Altho'' he raised a rasping voice to persons who his Tho'' thumping tubs is easy work, And probably shall end my life The People''s Friend,--they called him so,-One man there was who played the game, The poor old lady promptly died! ''Tis time the vacant board to quit. It looks a simple task, maybe,--


id: 36782
title: More Misrepresentative Men
author: Graham, Harry
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  The author (like the dentist) lives Who never let your right hand know And crack your cheque-book, like a whip! To love the simpler style of Burns. No master-hand like that of Burns. They cannot hope, like Burns, to win Was only human, like ourselves,-(Tho'' carefully brought up, like Jonah), When Burns was on his knee, ''twas said, So great his charm, so apt his wit, The poets of the present time The fact that "there''s no place like home" But men like Astor all disparage Who would not be a man like he, And stay at home like Mr. Astor! Are hard for modern minds to swallow, Six times, with wide, self-conscious smile Nor (broth-like) had your country''s looks Not loosely, like his fellow-men, Like other self-made persons, he If (Watson-like) you "follow me." And Sherlock Holmes alone knew why! With Holmes there lived a foolish man,


id: 34790
title: Perverted Proverbs: A Manual of Immorals for the Many
author: Graham, Harry
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  Like me, the dizzy rungs of Rhyme, O Young of Heart, tho'' in your prime, Like Millet--not, of course, Mill_ais_. Like naughty children, at the Sea; But never what _he_ likes the best. The Good die very young indeed.) He could have lived like me--or you! But for a day should change his ways, ''Tis not alone the Good Good Fortune dogs their steps all day, By mere good fortune, any game And Don''t be Good, and Don''t be Bad, A thing you _know_ you can''t digest; Or else are far Too Good to Last. "_A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss._" Like primroses, or news perhaps, (Tho'' if Care kills a Cat, as the Proverbs declare, When a Stitch in Good Time will save nine, In the Bush that Needs no Good Wine. To write a Moral Book some day; And tho'' my pen records each thought


id: 39784
title: Mother Goose''s Nursery Rhymes A Collection of Alphabets, Rhymes, Tales, and Jingles
author: nan
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  [Illustration: "OLD MOTHER HUBBARD WENT TO THE CUPBOARD."] [Illustration: LITTLE JACK HORNER.] Home went the little woman all in the dark, Up got the little dog, and he began to bark; Cock Robin said, "My little dears, "Jenny Owlet, Jenny Owlet," said a merry little bird, Little Robin flew away; By came a little bird, "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? will go to market, and buy a little pig." As she was coming home, she She went a little farther, and she met a dog. She went a little farther, and she met a cat. saucer of milk, I will kill the rat." So away went the old woman to the My little old man and I fell out; My little old man and I fell out; A little cock sparrow sat on a tree, A little cock sparrow sat on a tree,


id: 40124
title: Poetical Ingenuities and Eccentricities
author: nan
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  The following felicitous parody on Wolfe''s "Lines on the Burial of Sir The following imitation of the old ballad form is by Mr. Lewis Carroll, "''You are old, Father William,'' the young man said, Gone est nunc thy place and station The following "Society Verses" of Mortimer Collins are given here by way head or tail of it; but Blucher said he guessed the old man could read the "One eyed was laied against a man which had good eyes that he saw Let thy soft _passive_ voice exclaim, ''I LOVE!'' The following lines are from a book written by M. ninety-eight." Upon such another nose was the following lines written: We give the following curious old ballad a place here, not only on account The following old verses were originally written in a copy of The three following verses are very good: "With me while present, may thy lovely eyes,


id: 38572
title: Love Sonnets of an Office Boy
author: Kiser, Samuel E. (Samuel Ellsworth)
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  It made you sad that he got dumped that way, And let you set and rest all day, instead This morning when that homely, long-legged clerk Come in he had a rose he got somewhere; He went and kind of leaned against her chair, I wish, when you was through your work some night She''s got an awful bad cold in her head-And say "Poor little girl!" to her, and set And every key she pounds looked kind of sad. I thought that her and me had went away This morning when we come to work I got And so the first blame thing I knew I said: I wish, some day, when she''s typewritin'' and And said: "She''s twic''t as old as you, you know-I''d like to let the tears come if I dast. And said: "The little fool''s got married!" Oh, The long-legged clerk must stay and work away,


id: 45288
title: Jack and the Bean-Stalk: English Hexameters
author: Tennyson, Hallam Tennyson, Baron
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  ''I am a fairy, a friend to ye, Jack; see yonder a Giant ''Jack march''d up to the gate, in a moment pass''d to the ''Back Jack shrank in alarm: with fat cheeks peony-bulbous, ''Then strode in, with a loud heavy-booted thunder of heel''So Jack seized the melodious harp, and bolted. ''Chased little Jack with a shout of mighty, maniacal JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK ''Waved with a shining hand, and Jack with an humble ''Waved with a shining hand, and Jack with an humble ''I am a fairy, a friend to ye, Jack; ''Chased little Jack ''Cried Jack, alighting on earth. ''Cried Jack, alighting on earth. ''Jack cleft clean thro'' the haulm; that Giant desperate ''Jack cleft clean thro'' the haulm; that Giant desperate ''"I''m your master now," said Jack to the harp at his ''"I''m your master now," said Jack to the harp at his


id: 45391
title: Southerly Busters
author: Gibson, George Herbert
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  ''Twas a regulation bull''s-eye--"''Tis a (something) Trap," I "Say, thou grim and stately brother, has thy fond and doting Got at home like thee another? Though I like thee past expression, though I venerate the ''I thought thee a generous man; I said--"Old man, I fear that you I said--"Old man, I fain would know I said--"Old man, you''ve settled now "But never mind, old man," I said, ''He said, "Young man, here goes." When sun-set comes and day-light flags, I never thought so old a man ''''Twas like them squatters'' cheek!-"Look out!" a warning voice has said, At length one night both dark and black He said as how the time was come ''And o''er each little news-boy''s head ''The ghost said, "Joseph, take your time," ''"Young man!" the spirit said, "''tis vain ''"Yon demon dread," the spirit said, proceeded to the enjoyment of their pic-nic with light hearts.


id: 46691
title: Biography for Beginners Being a Collection of Miscellaneous Examples for the Use of Upper Forms
author: nan
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  EXAMPLES FOR THE USE OF UPPER FORMS The Rev. John Clifford, M.A., LL.B., D.D. Messrs Chapman & Hall Professor James Dewar, F.R.S. Sir Walter Raleigh Sir Alexander Fuller Acland-Hood, M.P. Mahomet Sir Christopher Wren Sir Christopher Wren Sir Christopher Wren There is a great deal to be said The great Duke of Wellington Sir Thomas à Mallory Sir Thomas à Mallory Sir Thomas à Mallory People wondered why Harley SIR ALEXANDER FULLER ACLAND-HOOD, M.P. Sir Alexander Acland-Hood Blindness to obvious tendency of public opinion (BELLOC). Contentions and disagreements, love of (ERASMUS, BESANT AND RICE, Efficiency (DEWAR, CIMABUE, HIRST, LISZT). Insomnia, liability to (VAN EYCK, BEIT). Mind, contented, blessing of a (MALLORY). Ordinary man, treatment of genius at hands of (DAVY, HARLEY). freedom from insomnia (EDWARD THE CONFESSOR). Utopian conditions, ill-judged efforts to realise (PIZARRO). (LISZT, PIZARRO). Y.M.C.A., unfitness for (WREN). Page 1 Author of The "Dukedom of Portsea" has been replaced with


id: 62096
title: The Ballad of Venus Nell
author: Bond, Nelson S.
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  Asked Doug MacNeer with a smile sincere, Doug''s eyes opened wide when she strolled to his side But strangest to tell, it was Doug and not Nell By name of MacNeer--" Nell told him, "He''s here; "You mean--?" whispered Nell. Nell trusted her spy; he would not tell a lie-MacNeer didn''t act like a man who had cracked And yet--Venus Nell smiled tightly--Ah, well, Nell''s eyes opened wide. But Dougal MacNeer, growing bolder, Dougal, gleaming of eye, the glass lifted high "Work, Nell?" Dougal gasped, and confusedly clasped We know from your log you struck gold in the Bog; As Doug MacNeer''s eyes opened wide in surprise "Well, _now_ will you tell us?" persisted Nell. As Doug MacNeer''s voice babbled clear Such secrets are better hid. Of Doug MacNeer, and, "Listen here, Me you''d found all the gold that a man could want With Dougal MacNeer as her mate.


id: 61968
title: The Ballad of Blaster Bill
author: Bond, Nelson S.
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  The Skipper on the bridge, a moment will On the wallowing old freighter, _Dotty Sue_. But a better grease-pot never sheared the blue. On McNeer''s space-weathered forehead. A rogue asteroid is riding on our tail!" On the mate''s embarrassed eardrums, raced McNeer "Bill!" McNeer cried, voice all blurry, "Got the motors fixed, McNeer?" And the Chief said, low and clear, McNeer sadly shook his head McNeer said, "Too bad, Bill, And to the Chief he said, His arms upon the wheel were like a vise. Did you break ship, McNeer?" McNeer said, "Right away! But Bill the Blaster panted, "Chief, stand clear!" McNeer cried, "No, Bill! Clacked with the Skipper''s thin, metallic voice, McNeer''s white lips cracked in a nerveless grin. Split stern plates, and McNeer''s voice cracked with fear. But Bill said, "No--don''t try to lift me, Chief." "I held ''er to ''er course--" said Blaster Bill.


