This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
| identifier | question |
|---|---|
| 4756 | Ai n''t my dough good as Murphy''s? |
| 4756 | Am I a turnip? |
| 4756 | For she, too, was of the caste of the articulate; did she not"Cough up loops of kindergarten chin?" |
| 4756 | On the strict Q. T., When do my Trilbys get so ossified? |
| 4756 | Say, Would n''t that jam you? |
| 4756 | Say, are there any more at home like you? |
| 4756 | Why am I minus when it''s up to me To brace my Paris Pansy for a glide? |
| 4756 | XX Forget it? |
| 8953 | YENNIE DEARVy yu mak my heart to yump, Yennie dear? |
| 8953 | Ay tal her,"Pleese, Miss Steena, Vy do n''t yu answer yes?-- Vy do n''t yu answer yes?" |
| 8953 | But Grouchy ban asleep at svitch, So vat could Frenchman du? |
| 8953 | He say:"Skol yu tak little ride? |
| 8953 | It ant wery far from Prince Albert to shroud; Vat for should dis spirit of mortal ban proud? |
| 8953 | MORTALITY Vat for should dis spirit of mortal ban proud? |
| 8953 | Maude say,"Hello, Yudge,--how ban yu?" |
| 8953 | Now who skol standing on my front And vatching bridge vith me?" |
| 8953 | Priscilla, she listen to Alden, And den give him cute little venk, And say:"Vy not speak for yureself, Yohn? |
| 8953 | Say Lucy,"Ay have kick to mak; Vy do n''t yu go yureself?" |
| 8953 | Skol yu have cigar?" |
| 8953 | So how can ay die better Than vatching bridge, yu say? |
| 8953 | The Yudge say,"Maudie, how y''du?" |
| 8953 | The Yudge say,"Skol yu be my pal?" |
| 8953 | The anyel shake his head, and Abou Swen Ask him:"Val, Maester, vy yu com har den? |
| 8953 | Var ban little Olaf hiding? |
| 8953 | Vat skol yu write in dis har book of gold?" |
| 8953 | Ven skol deir glory fade? |
| 8953 | Yosie tal him; sexton answer,"Vat to''ell?" |
| 8953 | Yu lak to have more fun, yu say? |
| 8953 | Yu measure''bout tventy- sax inches reund vaist, vat for ban the reason of dat?" |
| 5332 | But Gill remarked,"Eh, what? |
| 5332 | EPILOGUE Kind reader, when you''phone do n''t ask for me Enquiring how a Flossie should be won-- There is n''t any Rule Book, are you on? |
| 5332 | Eh, what? |
| 5332 | I Am I in bad? |
| 5332 | I asked her, Did she need a Valentine? |
| 5332 | I piped my Pansy in among the bunch And asked her would she mix it with the Champ, Would n''t she like to join me in a stamp? |
| 5332 | I says,"How''s Ma?" |
| 5332 | I went and gave the boss a cooney con About the Car- Barn Kick-- what did he say? |
| 5332 | If Man, then, is the highest of created mammals, is not his natural speech( Slang) the highest of created languages? |
| 5332 | Love in a cottage run on union pay-- Can Teddy Roosevelt do a sum like that? |
| 5332 | Perhaps she''s beat it with some soapy gent--"Where are lines like these to be found in the Italian of Petrarch? |
| 5332 | Say how, with such an iceberg on the track, Can I conduct my car to married bliss? |
| 5332 | She asks me,"Dance?" |
| 5332 | She ossified the gripman when she stared-- And me? |
| 5332 | THE LOVE SONNETS OF A CAR CONDUCTOR PROLOGUE Did some one ask if I am on the job? |
| 5332 | VI The lemon- wagon rumbled by today And dropped me off a sour one-- are you on? |
| 5332 | Was I there Henry Miller? |
| 5332 | Was he the discoverer of Human Sorrow or the pioneer of Human Dyspepsia? |
| 5332 | What had Job eaten for breakfast that he should have given utterance to his magnificent Lamentation? |
| 5332 | What position does Slang occupy in the thought of the world? |
| 5332 | What, then, has become of this minstrel who sang the Minnelieder of the Car- barns? |
| 5332 | Where has Tasso uttered an impassioned confession to resemble this:"But when I ogle Pansy in the throng My heart turns over twice and rings a gong"? |
| 5332 | Would it be going too far, then, to say that Pansy stands to us as the symbol of Pan- girlism-- as an almost Anacreontic yearning for the type? |
| 5332 | Would not the Literature, then, which employs the highest of created languages( Slang) be the supreme Literature of the world? |
| 5332 | XVIII I next sprung Pansy for a four- bit feed-- It was a giddy tax, but what care I? |
| 5332 | for Pansy? |
| 26797 | Had this man robbed the starving poor Or lived a gunman''s life, Had he set fire to cottages, Or run off with thy wife? |
| 26797 | O tell me, tell me,--and make it brief-- Why hast thou done this thing? 26797 What Flavour?" |
| 26797 | What sultry weather this is? 26797 Why do n''t you ask me,"Kaspar said To the child upon the floor,"Why do n''t you ask me what I did When I was in the war? |
| 26797 | Why,I inquired,"hath he expired? |
| 26797 | _ O Cynthia, hast thou lost thy mind? 26797 12 On a Wine of Horace''s 13What Flavour?" |
| 26797 | Abelard probably said to Heloïse,"but how can I when I can only think about kissing you?" |
| 26797 | Advising Chloë Horace: Book I, Ode 23_"Vitas hinnuleo me similis, Chloë----"_ Why shun me, my Chloë? |
| 26797 | Ah, canst thou bear the surging deep? |
| 26797 | Amelia Glover''s l. f. toe? |
| 26797 | And Artie Hall? |
| 26797 | And as I sat there, that P.M., I mused,"Was I not just as happy When I could not distinguish them?" |
| 26797 | And does it not seem strange to you That transportation is askew In this-- I pray, restrain your mirth!-- In this, the Greatest Town on Earth? |
| 26797 | And is thy friend-- whoe''er he be-- The kind to take the place of_ me_? |
| 26797 | And sailors, as they hasten past, Will always have to hear my query:"Where have you seen my Cynthia last? |
| 26797 | And some lugubrious morning when Your morale is batting about.110,"Where are you from?" |
| 26797 | And the judge said,"Marry me, Maudie dearie?" |
| 26797 | And the wealthy have no soul; Why should you be picking cotton? |
| 26797 | And where the Irish servant maid That Jimmie Russell used to show? |
| 26797 | And who hath killed this fair mer_chant_? |
| 26797 | And why hast caused this man to lie In death all stark and cold? |
| 26797 | And why hath fled his soul?" |
| 26797 | And, besides,"declared the youth,"How do I know you speak the truth?" |
| 26797 | Are you scared of the job you find? |
| 26797 | Ballade of Ancient Acts AFTER HENLEY Where are the wheezes they essayed And where the smiles they made to flow? |
| 26797 | Ben Harney''s where? |
| 26797 | Bert Williams with"Oh,_ I_ Do n''t Know?" |
| 26797 | Bon Voyage-- and Vice Versa Propertius: Elegy VIII, Part 1_"Tune igitur demens, nec te mea cura moratur? |
| 26797 | But think you that I have no pride, To follow such a trail? |
| 26797 | Came the Eleventh Amendment, too, Providing that-- but why tell_ you_? |
| 26797 | Can I endure that she recline Upon another''s arm? |
| 26797 | Canst thou endure the hard ship''s- mattress? |
| 26797 | Charles Sweet, who tore the paper snow? |
| 26797 | Do you grapple the task that comes your way With a confident, easy mind? |
| 26797 | Do you stand right up to the work ahead Or fearfully pause to view it? |
| 26797 | Do you start to toil with a sense of dread? |
| 26797 | Dost love the chill Illyrian wind With something passing predilection? |
| 26797 | For scant will be thy hours of sleep From Staten Island to Cape Hatt''ras; And wo n''t thy fairy feet be froze With treading on the foreign snows? |
| 26797 | HORACE: Suppose I can this foreign wren And start things up with you again? |
| 26797 | Has anybody seen my dearie?" |
| 26797 | Have I no claim on thine affection? |
| 26797 | Have a drink?" |
| 26797 | He smiled a smile that is known as broad, And he said to Miss Muller,"Hello, how''s Maud?" |
| 26797 | How Do You Tackle Your Work? |
| 26797 | How I was left for dead?" |
| 26797 | How can Beauty be so fair? |
| 26797 | How can such mortal beauty live? |
| 26797 | How do you tackle your work each day? |
| 26797 | How do you tackle your work each day? |
| 26797 | I do n''t... And do I now enjoy My walks along the primrose way so? |
| 26797 | If you sopped up Falernian wine How did you ever write a line? |
| 26797 | Is civil life the life? |
| 26797 | Is fear ever running through it? |
| 26797 | Let''s see, now.... What_ is_ one of them? |
| 26797 | Liked him? |
| 26797 | Nash Walker, Darktown''s grandest beau? |
| 26797 | Oh, come to the cosiest of seven- room bowers, Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours? |
| 26797 | Oh, why hast thou killed this fair mer_chant_ Whose corse I now behold? |
| 26797 | Or Oscar Wilde, or Punch, or the Missionary Herald, or The New York Sun, or the Christian Science Monitor?" |
| 26797 | Or feel that you''re going to do it? |
| 26797 | Roof that goes over our head, Thirst so expensive for slaking, Paper, apparel, and lead-- Why are their prices at breaking? |
| 26797 | Shall they No longer call that lady"mine"Who"mine"was yesterday? |
| 26797 | So I thought, Why waste five hours trying to versify the incident? |
| 26797 | Spake as follows the merchant king:"Is n''t this war a disgraceful thing? |
| 26797 | Suppose I promise to be good? |
| 26797 | THE ODIST REPLIES I bow to thee, my Muse, most eloquent of pleaders; But why embarrass me in front of all these readers? |
| 26797 | The Dictaphone Bard[ And here is a suggestion: Did you ever try dictating your stories or articles to the dictaphone for the first draft? |
| 26797 | The Rays and their domestic brawl? |
| 26797 | The Shepherd''s Resolution_ If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?_--WITHER. |
| 26797 | The afterpiece? |
| 26797 | The braggart Lew, the simple Joe? |
| 26797 | The olio? |
| 26797 | The slide trombone that Wood would blow? |
| 26797 | Then entered little Peterkin, To whom his gaffer said:"You''d like to hear about the war? |
| 26797 | To a Prospective Cook Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours? |
| 26797 | Was the servant an English servant with an English imagination or an Irish servant with an Irish imagination? |
| 26797 | What is the thought that is in your mind? |
| 26797 | What marvel, then, since Bacchus and Apollo grasp me by the hand, That all the maidens you have heard Should hang upon my slightest word? |
| 26797 | What to yourself do you stop and say When a new task lies ahead? |
| 26797 | What would the fact have been like if Mr. Browning had been listening at the keyhole? |
| 26797 | What, you ask me, is the date Of the day we celebrate? |
| 26797 | Where are the japeries, fresh or frayed, That Fields and Lewis used to throw? |
| 26797 | Where is the horn that Shepherd played? |
| 26797 | Where''s Caron''s seltzer siphon laid, A squirt from which laid Herbert low? |
| 26797 | Where''s Charlie Case''s comic woe And Georgie Cohan''s nasal drawl? |
| 26797 | Where''s Lizzie Raymond, peppy jade? |
| 26797 | Why do n''t you shed it? |
| 26797 | Why should I be mining coal? |
| 26797 | With confidence clear, or dread? |
| 26797 | when a man refers To thee, what direful, awful thing occurs? |
| 6122 | Did you ever feel That dogs were human? 6122 Scorn?" |
| 6122 | _ Why, my love, the yellow trinkets In your tresses''purer gold? 6122 A Poor Excuse, But Our Own( Why do n''t you ever write any child poetry? 6122 A Summer Summary Shall I, lying in a grot, Die because the day is hot? 6122 A grain of-- ought I mention names And say whence sleep may be inspired? 6122 And are you sure the girl you love-- This maid on whom you have your heart set Is lowly-- that she is not of The Roman smart set? 6122 And does it not seem hard to you That I should have these things to do? 6122 And what would jokers do? 6122 And whence would spring the paragraphs? 6122 Another man whose smile and jest Disclose a nature of the best-- What keeps his heart and spirit up? 6122 Are you convalescent, lady? 6122 Are you in love? 6122 Are you waiting for a knight To descend upon your fastness and to save you from your plight? 6122 Are you worse? 6122 Are your Spanish castles blue prints? 6122 Art thou to nutmeg in a pie Unalterably inclined? 6122 Be it hotter than the flames South Gehenna Junction claims, If it be not so to me, What care I how hot it be? 6122 Be it luring as a bar, Or my neighbour''s motor- car, If I think it is pazziz What care I how fine it is? 6122 But smart? 6122 But what is that limited anger? 6122 But where would people get their laughs? 6122 Ca n''t you iron, sew, or cook? 6122 Ca n''t you rent a pianola? 6122 Castor loved the lady Phoebe For no bought or borrowed wile; Hillaira-- wasn''t she be- Loved without excessive style? 6122 Come, then, Melpomene, why not admit me? 6122 Confound yourFacial Massage?" |
| 6122 | Dear reader, would you rather be Like Jim, not crediting the ill, Joyous in your serenity, Or right, like Bill? |
| 6122 | Do we not live on what I sell, Sonnet, ballade, and villanelle? |
| 6122 | Dost thou, in easy speech, Ever let fall"those kind"? |
| 6122 | Dost underline Most words in writing letters? |
| 6122 | Eh, Lydia? |
| 6122 | Er-- although your smile is pleasant, Wondrous fair, and all that stuff-- Do you really think, at present, It is-- er-- ahem-- enough? |
| 6122 | Farewell, Myrt, for Ethelisa Seems to be my certain fate, Stupid? |
| 6122 | Follow me? |
| 6122 | For his love of folks-- you get me? |
| 6122 | For his money? |
| 6122 | For whom are the puffs and the blond transformations? |
| 6122 | HORACE On Chloe? |
| 6122 | Healing the cut with a lime, Do n''t I, quite nice and spontaneous, Daily contribute a dime? |
| 6122 | High cash clo''es!"? |
| 6122 | Hope you at Christmas for currency, Fiend of tonsorial tricks? |
| 6122 | How can I bathe in the thought-- waves of beauty? |
| 6122 | How can I dream of a subject aesthetic, Far from the purlieus of prose? |
| 6122 | How can I help imper_fect_ versifying? |
| 6122 | How can I poetize-- how? |
| 6122 | How can I think, with your ceaseless soprano Singing:"Ah, Love--"? |
| 6122 | How can I work when you play the piano, Feminine person above? |
| 6122 | How can I write when the children are crying? |
| 6122 | How many kisses, Lesbia, miss, you ask would be enough for me? |
| 6122 | How, with my nerves on the slant, Can I perform my poetical duty? |
| 6122 | How? |
| 6122 | I put a civil question, Lyddy: Is that a way to treat one''s stiddy? |
| 6122 | III TO THE WAITER O waiter, will you tell me why You think to get at Christmas time A five- case note, for do not I Slip you each day a dime? |
| 6122 | If I hate to rise at six Shall I praise the suburbs? |
| 6122 | If the country''s not for me, What care I how good it be? |
| 6122 | If these rhymes look good to me, What care I how bad they be? |
| 6122 | Is it justified? |
| 6122 | Is it not hard for us Manhat- Tan children in a stuffy flat? |
| 6122 | Is it the thing to say of James,"He makes me tired?" |
| 6122 | Is she gray or ill- complected? |
| 6122 | Is the bulfinch grallatorial? |
| 6122 | Is the curlew an uxorial Bird? |
| 6122 | Is there, within thy dimmest dreams, This dread ambition, Myrt? |
| 6122 | Ivy chaplets? |
| 6122 | L''ENVOI Autocratesses, forgive my heat, But is n''t it time to change that stuff? |
| 6122 | Lady in the blue kimono, May we write of you again? |
| 6122 | Lady in the blue kimono, idle, mollycoddle dame, Does your doing nothing never make you feel the blush of shame? |
| 6122 | Last night his mother said, As she was putting him to bed,''Tom, are you sleepy?'' |
| 6122 | Laugh? |
| 6122 | List to our lyre the while the strings we smite; Where shall you be at-- well, say half- past seven To- morrow night? |
| 6122 | Maugre your marked inability, Do I not fall for the tip? |
| 6122 | Mother Earth is unaffected-- Is her beauty therefore less? |
| 6122 | My line of bunk is like to skid;( The subject is so smooth-- get joe?) |
| 6122 | Or declare I ca n''t endure Such a torrid temperature? |
| 6122 | Or"Local"write on envelopes? |
| 6122 | Shall I prate of rural joys Far from civic smoke and noise? |
| 6122 | Shall I say I love the town Praised by Robinson and Browne? |
| 6122 | Shall I say,"In summer heat Old Manhattan ca n''t be beat?" |
| 6122 | Shall I, like the others, drool"But the nights are always cool?" |
| 6122 | Silly? |
| 6122 | Small is the benison I entreat-- Why do n''t they ever have spoons enough? |
| 6122 | Soft the murmur of the river, Bright the shore that lines the sea-- Is the universe a flivver? |
| 6122 | Sporadic Fiction Why not a poem as they treat The stories in the magazines? |
| 6122 | Telephus? |
| 6122 | The Latin name for crow? |
| 6122 | The Moorish bows and javelins? |
| 6122 | The Passionate Householder to His Love The Servants Our Dum''d Animals A Soft Susurrus A Summer Summary A Quatrain To a Light Housekeeper How? |
| 6122 | The earl, however..."Why contin- Ue types that flourish_ adinfin_? |
| 6122 | The translation is literal enough--"Quis... gracilis te puer... urget?".] |
| 6122 | Think it''s Nice to be thus aureoled? |
| 6122 | Think ye not that variety May haply be too spicy? |
| 6122 | Think you all that fume and fuss''ll Ever charm a chap? |
| 6122 | Those prints of brutal osculation? |
| 6122 | To say"a dose of Phillips, or A capsule of Sinclair or Brady, Is just the thing to make me snore?" |
| 6122 | Town or country, cool or hot, Differs nothing, matters not; For to quote that Roman cuss, Why dispute"de gustibus?" |
| 6122 | Tyrant trim and telephonic, Christmas offerings to thee? |
| 6122 | Unto another''s wedded wife, Remember I am not alone-- Hast ever read Lord Byron''s Life? |
| 6122 | Well, the kid-- What d''ye think he up and did? |
| 6122 | What is this, I greatly fear me, That has come to pass? |
| 6122 | What makes me love her, then? |
| 6122 | What makes you think I do? |
| 6122 | What mean those marks upon thee, girl? |
| 6122 | When as I crave Prime Ribs au Jus[ Footnote: Well, how do you pronounce it, then?] |
| 6122 | Why is Proculeius known From Elmira to Malone? |
| 6122 | Why the Syrian perfume? |
| 6122 | Why the pigment on the map? |
| 6122 | Why the silken robes that rustle? |
| 6122 | Why, Is this not English verse? |
| 6122 | Why-- I ask it with insistence-- Why-- prepare to be appalled-- Why"$ 2.85 Long Distance"That I never called? |
| 6122 | Without thy help, recruit, support, Opitulation, furtherance, Assistance, rescue, aid, resort, Favour, sustention and advance? |
| 6122 | Would that drop sweetness in your cup? |
| 6122 | Write a letter, bake a pudding, make a bed or read a book? |
| 6122 | Yet though my lamp burns low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood-- Think you that I would change with him? |
| 6122 | Yop, I''m your little katydid; Just listen to my chirp of woe; And now I''ve made my little bid-- You get it? |
| 6122 | You, minion of a grubbing grocer, You dare, indeed, to ask me that? |
| 6122 | _"Quid iuvat ornato procedere, vita, capillo Et tenues Coa veste movere sinus? |
| 6122 | _"Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa"_ What lady- like youth in his wild aberrations Is putting cologne on his brow? |
| 6122 | g._, these little terc- Ets-- is not filled the family purse? |
| 6122 | skirt? |
| 6652 | ''Tis Hercules,replies the shrinking peer;"Strong fellow, hey, my lord? |
| 6652 | ( Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine? 6652 And hast thou nerve enough?" |
| 6652 | And what can a lone woman do? 6652 And yet you got no shares,"Says Jim,"for all your boast;""I WOULD have wrote,"says Jack,"but where Was the penny to pay the post?" |
| 6652 | Are we restricted to the Row And from the footpath? |
| 6652 | Besides-- why could you not for drizzle pray? 6652 Bolt?" |
| 6652 | But if he should Turn out a thankless ne''er- do- good,-- In drink and riot waste my all, And rout me out of house and hall? |
| 6652 | But then the risk? 6652 D''ye hunt!--hae, hunt? |
| 6652 | Do n''t I, just? |
| 6652 | Do n''t I, just? |
| 6652 | Do you see any think green in me? |
| 6652 | For private drivers, at request, It is SIR RICHARD MAYNE''S behest That we shall move, I understand? |
| 6652 | Grains, grains,said majesty,"to fill their crops? |
| 6652 | Hey? 6652 Is it that for evenings wasted Some remorse thou''gin''st to feel? |
| 6652 | Maiden, why that look of sadness? 6652 Mrs. Roney, O Mrs. Roney, I feel very ill; Will you jest step to the doctor''s for to fetch me a pill?" |
| 6652 | Must our companions be resigned, We to the Rank alone confined? |
| 6652 | Ned drives about in buggies, Tom sometimes takes a''bus; Ah, cruel fate, why made you My children differ thus? 6652 Nor may we breathe the fragrant weed?" |
| 6652 | Now is it not? |
| 6652 | Now, sire, pray take it out--quoth she, With an arch smile,--But what did he? |
| 6652 | Now, tell me, WILLIAM, can it be, That MAYNE has issued a decree, Severe and stern, against us, planned Of comfort to deprive our Stand? |
| 6652 | Oh, my Helen, thou bright wonder, Who was ever like to thee? 6652 On what occasion?" |
| 6652 | Poor verger, verger, hey? |
| 6652 | Pray, pray, my lord, who''s that big fellow there? |
| 6652 | Pray, why does the great Captain''s nose Resemble Venice? |
| 6652 | Proud heedless fool,the parent cried;"Know''st thou the penalty of pride? |
| 6652 | Shall we then be disunited? |
| 6652 | Such, I believe, IS the command"Of all remains of food and drink Left by our animals I think, We are required to clear the ground? |
| 6652 | The boards of Drury you and I have trod Full many a time together, I am sure--"When? |
| 6652 | Thus strictly why are we pursued? |
| 6652 | Too late? |
| 6652 | Was it the squire, for killing of his game? 6652 What is''t,"says he,"your majesty Would wish of me to- day?" |
| 6652 | What means the man by treating people so? |
| 6652 | Wherefore starts my bosom''s lord? 6652 Whitbread, d''ye keep a coach, or job one, pray? |
| 6652 | Will the Boa bolt the blanket? 6652 Will you old this baby, please, vilst I step and see?" |
| 6652 | ''Pray who is this whom I should not like to meet?'' |
| 6652 | ''Tis mine I what accents can my joy declare? |
| 6652 | ''Tis true that she has lovely locks, That on her shoulders fall; What would they say to see the box In which she keeps them all? |
| 6652 | ''What have you already written?'' |
| 6652 | ( Are those torn clothes his best?) |
| 6652 | ( We know such Boas and rabbits, Know we not?) |
| 6652 | -- That very queer sound?-- Does it come from the ground? |
| 6652 | --"Sprout,"quoth the man;"what''s this you tell us? |
| 6652 | --"Why, so it is, father-- whose wife shall I take?" |
| 6652 | A PATRIOTE So noble, who could e''er suspect Had just put on a long- tail''d coat? |
| 6652 | A PRETTY thing for you to jeer-- Have n''t YOU, too, got a long- tail''d coat? |
| 6652 | A fireman, and afraid of bumps!-- What are they fear''d on? |
| 6652 | A flippant petit maitre skipping by, Stepped up to him and checked him for his cry--"Bohl"quoth the German,"an''t I''pon de wheel? |
| 6652 | A frightful mug of human delf? |
| 6652 | A leaden- platter ready for the shelf? |
| 6652 | A spirit- bottle-- empty of"the cratur"? |
| 6652 | A thunderstruck dumb- waiter? |
| 6652 | Ah me ve ara silicet, Vi laudu vimin thus? |
| 6652 | Ah, no-- I thank thee, Muse-- That hint--''tis a finger- post, And"he that runs may read"-- He that runs? |
| 6652 | Ah, what a sight was that? |
| 6652 | Amid the unknown depths where dost thou dwell? |
| 6652 | And LL.D.? |
| 6652 | And do you ask me,"What is pleasure?" |
| 6652 | And does not Pocock, feeling, like a peacock, All eyes upon him, turn to very meacock? |
| 6652 | And how was SMITH? |
| 6652 | And if"he knew any just cause or impediment?" |
| 6652 | And in a congregation pray, No less than Chancery, for pay? |
| 6652 | And is it the correct hypothesis That thou of gills or lungs dost breathe by way? |
| 6652 | And tell me why should bodily Succumb to mental meat? |
| 6652 | And then men mark and deduce Differently"THE BLANKET IS ENGLAND: THE BOA THE POPE, WILL THE POPE DISGORGE HIS BULL?" |
| 6652 | And was not Bernard his own Nervous Man? |
| 6652 | And what did he do with his deadly darts, This goblin of grisly bone? |
| 6652 | And where''s my aunt? |
| 6652 | And where''s the Blanket? |
| 6652 | Are they not such another sight, When met upon a birth- day night? |
| 6652 | Are we not, indeed,"I cried,"All the world to one another?" |
| 6652 | Art thou a giant adder, or huge asp, And hast thou got a rattle at thy tail? |
| 6652 | Art thou alone, thou serpent, on the brine, The sole surviving member of thy race? |
| 6652 | Art thou, indeed, a serpent and no sham? |
| 6652 | Ask me, What''s the kind of poem? |
| 6652 | At whom did Leo struggle to get loose? |
| 6652 | Away we went in chaise- and- four, As fast as grinning boys could flog-- What d''ye think of that my cat? |
| 6652 | B''allow''d to pray upon conditions, As well as suitors in petitions? |
| 6652 | BLACKWOOD''S MAGAZINE And do you ask me,"What is LIFE?" |
| 6652 | Barbarians must we always be? |
| 6652 | But I am not running-- I am riding-- How came I here?--what am I riding on? |
| 6652 | But WHAT, Dolly, what is the gay orange- grove, Or gold fishes, to her that''s in search of her love? |
| 6652 | But deer have horns: how must I keep her under? |
| 6652 | But if she bang again, still should I bang her? |
| 6652 | But tell me, nymphs, what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? |
| 6652 | But what can glad me when she''s laid on bier? |
| 6652 | But while I''m speaking, where''s papa? |
| 6652 | But with the others, what to do Is more than I can tell-- can you?" |
| 6652 | But would you make our bosoms bleed, And of no common pang complain? |
| 6652 | But, Thomas Warton, without joking, Art thou, or art thou not, thy sovereign smoking? |
| 6652 | But, Whitbread, what''s o''clock, pray, what''s o''clock?" |
| 6652 | But, guv''ner, wot can this''ere be?-- The fare of a himperial carridge? |
| 6652 | Ca n''t no one tell? |
| 6652 | Ca n''t you discover Me as a lover?] |
| 6652 | Cab to the Moon, sir? |
| 6652 | Call that my fare for drivin yer a mile? |
| 6652 | Can he, who knows that real good should please Barter for gold his liberty and ease?" |
| 6652 | Can it be a cabbage? |
| 6652 | Can stoutest buckram''s triple fold keep in, The ODOR LUCRI-- the strong scent of TIN? |
| 6652 | Canst thou gulp a shoal Of herrings? |
| 6652 | Cantu disco ver Meas alo ver? |
| 6652 | Cash she could keep, in many a secret nook-- But where to stow away JAMES TAYLOR''S book? |
| 6652 | Clouds weep, as they do, without pain And what are tears but women''s rain? |
| 6652 | Come, gently steal my lips along, And let your lips in murmurs move Ah, no!--again-- that kiss was wrong How can you be so dull, my love? |
| 6652 | Could I believe my ears? |
| 6652 | D''ye think I care for the blessed Bench?-- From Temple Bar to Charing Cross? |
| 6652 | D''ye tink my nerfs and bons ca n''t feel?" |
| 6652 | Das Haus mit sieben Gabbles? |
| 6652 | Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop Thy head into a tin- man''s shop? |
| 6652 | Death heeds not howls nor dripping eyes; And what are sighs and tears but wind and water, That show the leakiness of feeble nature? |
| 6652 | Did Lord Glengall not frame a mental prayer, Wishing devoutly he was Lord knows where? |
| 6652 | Did Rodwell, on his chimney- piece, desire Or not to take a jump into the fire? |
| 6652 | Did Wade feel as composed as music can? |
| 6652 | Did ever lady in this land Ave greater sons than she? |
| 6652 | Did none attempt, before he fell, To succor one they loved so well? |
| 6652 | Did she think of TIPPOO SAIB''S Tiger''s Head? |
| 6652 | Did some rich man tyrannically use you? |
| 6652 | Didst mark, how toiled the busy train, From morn to eve, till Drury Lane Leaped like a roebuck from the plain? |
| 6652 | Dost thou ask her crime? |
| 6652 | Dost thou ask his crime? |
| 6652 | Dost thou think my flesh is double Glo''ster? |
| 6652 | Doth punning Peake not sit upon the points Of his own jokes, and shake in all his joints, During their trial? |
| 6652 | Doubts, though subdued, will oft recur again-- A serpent of the visionary kind, Proceeding from the grog- oppressed brain? |
| 6652 | Down they squatted[ 15] them together,"Lovely Joan,"said Colin bold,"Tell me, on thy davy,[ 16] whether Thou dost dear thy Colin hold?" |
| 6652 | Each Statue, too, of Pitt turn''d up the point Of its proboscis-- was that out of joint? |
| 6652 | Echo, I ween, will in the woods reply, And quaintly answer questions: shall I try? |
| 6652 | Filter, the most may admire thee, though not I; And thou, right guiltless, may''st plead to it, why? |
| 6652 | For his merits, would you know''em? |
| 6652 | For what can tears avail, and piteous sighs? |
| 6652 | For who can tell at what they aim? |
| 6652 | Good MRS. JONES was of a scraggy make; But when did woman vanity forsake? |
| 6652 | Grains, grains?--that comes from hops-- yes, hops, hops? |
| 6652 | Great news? |
| 6652 | Hae, Whitbread, when d''ye think to leave off trade? |
| 6652 | Hae, Whitbread? |
| 6652 | Hae? |
| 6652 | Hae? |
| 6652 | Hast thou a forked tongue-- and dost thou hiss If ever thou art bored with Ocean''s play? |
| 6652 | Hath not Henry Wadsworth writ it? |
| 6652 | Hath not PUNCH commanded"Buy it?" |
| 6652 | Have you not read Mr. TOULMIN SMITH''S great work on Centralization? |
| 6652 | He call''d her aside, and began to chide, For what dost thou here? |
| 6652 | He''s steady, knows his business well, What do you think?" |
| 6652 | Her hair is almost gray; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring- like way? |
| 6652 | Her taper fingers, it is true,''Twere difficult to match: What would they say if they but knew How terribly they scratch? |
| 6652 | Here lies Johnny Pidgeon; What was his religion? |
| 6652 | Heu sed heu vix en imago, My missis mare sta; O cantu redit in mihi Hibernas arida? |
| 6652 | Hit in the vind!--I''m chokin-- give us air-- My fare? |
| 6652 | How are you, JONES? |
| 6652 | How can she lay her glasses down, And say she reads as well, When, through a double convex lens, She just makes out to spell? |
| 6652 | How could I more enhance its fame? |
| 6652 | How could they in such weather?" |
| 6652 | How expiate with prayer or psalm, Deaf ear, blind eye, and folded palm? |
| 6652 | How many Mammoths crumbled into mold? |
| 6652 | How old may Phillis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages? |
| 6652 | How shall I e''er my woes reveal? |
| 6652 | How shall I please her, who ne''er loved before? |
| 6652 | How shall he act? |
| 6652 | How stands the case now? |
| 6652 | How then was the Devil drest? |
| 6652 | How was it I got that kick o''the''ed? |
| 6652 | How was it likely that he could recollect every little atom out of the innumerable atoms his pen had heaped up? |
| 6652 | I could brave the bolts of angry Jove, When ceaseless lightnings fire the midnight skies; What is HIS WRATH to that of HER I love? |
| 6652 | I do confess, in many a sigh, My lips have breath''d you many a lie, And who, with such delights in view, Would lose them for a lie or two? |
| 6652 | I give a shilling? |
| 6652 | I got the cash from grandmamma( Her gentle heart my woes could feel), But where I went, and what I saw, What matters? |
| 6652 | I hear, I hear, You''re of an ancient family-- renowned-- What? |
| 6652 | I love thee yet Can only Lethe teach me to forget? |
| 6652 | I pace my chambers up and down, Reiterating"Where is HE?" |
| 6652 | I see a coach!-- Is it a coach? |
| 6652 | I should answer, I should tell you, You may wish that you may get it-- Do n''t you wish that you may get it? |
| 6652 | I will not ask if thou canst touch The tuneful ivory key? |
| 6652 | I wondered more and more: Says one--"Good friend of mine, How many shares have you wrote for In the Diddlesee Junction line?" |
| 6652 | I''LL NOT BE QUIET; HOW DARE YOU CALL MY SERENADE A RIOT? |
| 6652 | I''m told that you''re a limb Of Pym, the famous fellow Pym: What Whitbread, is it true what people say? |
| 6652 | If Boas will bolt Blankets, Boas must: If Snakes will rush upon their end, why not?" |
| 6652 | If I could clutch thee-- in a giant''s grip-- Could I retain thee in that grasp sublime? |
| 6652 | If not profanation, it''s''coming it strong,''And I really consider it all very wrong.----Pray, to whom does this property now belong?" |
| 6652 | If of the Boa species, couldst thou clasp Within thy fold, and suffocate, a whale? |
| 6652 | If she be wind, what stills her when she blows? |
| 6652 | If such a calculation may be made, Thine age at what a figure may we take? |
| 6652 | If such sweet sounds ca n''t woo you to religion, Will the harsh voices of church cads and touters? |
| 6652 | If you ask me, What this memory Hath to do with Hiawatha, And the poem which I speak of? |
| 6652 | If you should ask, what pleases best? |
| 6652 | In garden- silks, brocades, and laces? |
| 6652 | In haste, with imprecations dire, I threw the volume in the fire; When( who could think?) |
| 6652 | In space, or out of space? |
| 6652 | Is it a tenant of the anguish''d mind? |
| 6652 | Is it because the absent rose Has gone to paint her husband''s nose? |
| 6652 | Is it envy, hate, Or jealousy more cruel than the grave, With all the attendants that upon it wait And make the victim now despair, now rave? |
| 6652 | Is it my income''s small amount That leads to hesitation? |
| 6652 | Is it that by impulse sudden Childhood''s hours thou paus''st to mourn? |
| 6652 | Is no poppy- syrup nigh? |
| 6652 | Is that a swan that rides upon the water? |
| 6652 | Is there no brother, sister, wife, of thine, But thou alone, afloat on Ocean''s face? |
| 6652 | Is there no cheaper stuff? |
| 6652 | Is there no way to moderate her anger? |
| 6652 | Is''t a corpse stuck up for show, Galvanized at times to go With the Scripture in connection, New proof of the resurrection? |
| 6652 | JAMES SMITH My pensive Public, wherefore look you sad? |
| 6652 | Job, job, that''s cheapest; yes, that''s best, that''s best You put your liveries on the draymen- hee? |
| 6652 | Knight or a baronet, my lord? |
| 6652 | Knows he the titillating joy Which my nose knows? |
| 6652 | Last night I had a curious dream, Miss Susan Bates was Mistress Mogg-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | Lastly, do n''t Farley, a bewildered elf, Quake at the Pantomime he loves to cater, And ere its changes ring transform himself? |
| 6652 | Lisette has lost her wanton wiles-- What secret care consumes her youth, And circumscribes her smiles?-- A SPECK ON A FRONT TOOTH? |
| 6652 | Lord John he next elights; And who comes here in haste? |
| 6652 | Lord, what is she that can so turn and wind? |
| 6652 | MOP, MOP it once a week?" |
| 6652 | Man, woman or child-- a dog or a mouse? |
| 6652 | Men dying make their wills-- but wives Escape a work so sad; Why should they make what all their lives The gentle dames have had? |
| 6652 | Mine? |
| 6652 | Miss Whitbread''s still a maid, a maid? |
| 6652 | Must true affection file a bill The secret to discover? |
| 6652 | My Susan learned to use her tongue; Her mother had such wretched health, She sat and croaked like any frog-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | My bouquet is rejected; let it be: For what am I to you, or you to me? |
| 6652 | My fare? |
| 6652 | My fare? |
| 6652 | My heart is weary, my peace is gone, How shall I e''er my woes reveal? |
| 6652 | My heart is weary, my peace is gone, How shall I e''er my woes reveal? |
| 6652 | My heart is weary, my peace is gone, How shall I e''er my woes reveal? |
| 6652 | My life was like a London fog-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | My mother laughed; I soon found out That ancient ladies have no feeling; My father frown''d; but how should gout Find any happiness in kneeling? |
| 6652 | Nature soon will stupefy-- My nerves relax-- my eyes grow dim-- Who''s that fallen-- me or him?" |
| 6652 | Nay, dearest Anna, why so grave? |
| 6652 | No further seek his frailties to disclose: For many of his sins should share the load: While he kept rising, who asked how he rose? |
| 6652 | No more with a consenting brief Shall I politely bow my head; Where shall I run to hide my grief? |
| 6652 | No sound-- good gracious!--what was that? |
| 6652 | Nota bene-- our love to all neighbors about-- Your papa in particular-- how is his gout? |
| 6652 | Now canst thou tell me what was that which led Athenian Theseus into labyrinth dread? |
| 6652 | Now did his majesty so gracious say To Mr. Whitbread, in his flying way,"Whitbread, d''ye nick the excisemen now and then? |
| 6652 | Now, hear me-- this stranger-- it may be mere folly-- But WHO do you think we all think it is, Dolly? |
| 6652 | Now, really, this appears the common case Of putting too much Sabbath into Sunday-- But what is your opinion, Mrs. Grundy? |
| 6652 | Now, what had been the consequence? |
| 6652 | Now, wherefore not?" |
| 6652 | O what is the reason, dear Dolly? |
| 6652 | O, Nelly Gray Is this your love so warm? |
| 6652 | Of yore, in Old England, it was not thought good, To carry two visages under one hood: What should folks say to YOU? |
| 6652 | Oh what do you think? |
| 6652 | Oh!--by the way-- have you seen THOMSON lately? |
| 6652 | On whom did Llama spit in utter loathing? |
| 6652 | One of my making?--what, my lord, my making?" |
| 6652 | Or are you, at once, each live thing in the house? |
| 6652 | Or did the Kentish Plumtree faint to note The Pelicans presenting bills on Sunday?-- But what is your opinion, Mrs. Grundy? |
| 6652 | Or haply, to that--RARA AVIS,--That has--"Tried WARREN''S?" |
| 6652 | Or hast thou the gorge and room To bolt fat porpoises and dolphins, whole, By dozens, e''en as oysters we consume? |
| 6652 | Or hath that sham champagne we tasted Turned thy polka to a reel? |
| 6652 | Or hath thy cruel EDWIN trodden Right upon thy favorite corn? |
| 6652 | Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? |
| 6652 | Or sprung-- sprung? |
| 6652 | Or the attorney? |
| 6652 | Or till half- price, to save his shilling, wait, And gain his hat again at half- past eight? |
| 6652 | Or why should Pi- ra, Beta Pi- ra, Pi- c, Be all the pie we eat? |
| 6652 | Or, art thou but a serpent of the mind? |
| 6652 | Or, if no serpent, a prodigious eel, An entity, though modified by flam, A basking shark, or monstrous kind of seal? |
| 6652 | Or, stuff''d with phlegm up to the throat What poet e''er could sing a note? |
| 6652 | PART SECOND*** Again upon the road The road to where? |
| 6652 | Pay at the gallery- door Two shillings for what cost, when new, but four? |
| 6652 | Peter, pray What to the devil shall I sing or say?" |
| 6652 | Polkam jungere, Virgo, vis, Will you join the polka, miss? |
| 6652 | Poor Tompkinson was snubbed and huffed, She could not bear that Mister Blogg-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | QUEST.-Why is a Pump like Viscount CASTLEREAGH? |
| 6652 | Quoth David to Daniel--"Why is it these scholars Abuse one another whenever they speak?" |
| 6652 | Reader, didst ever see a water- spout? |
| 6652 | Recollect wut fun we he d, you''n I an''Ezry Hollis, Up there to Waltham plain last fall, ahavin''the Cornwallis? |
| 6652 | Said his Highness to NED, with that grim face of his,"Why refuse us the VETO, dear Catholic NEDDY?" |
| 6652 | Say which enjoys the greater blisses, John, who Dorinda''s picture kisses, Or Tom, his friend, the favor''d elf, Who kisses fair Dorinda''s self? |
| 6652 | Say, BESSY dearest, if you will Accept me as a lover? |
| 6652 | Say, shall I to yon Flemish church, And at a Popish altar kneel? |
| 6652 | Say, sire of insects, mighty Sol,( A Fly upon the chariot pole Cries out), what Blue- bottle alive Did ever with such fury drive? |
| 6652 | Say, what can keep her chaste whom I adore? |
| 6652 | Say, why these Babel strains from Babel tongues? |
| 6652 | Says Sphinx, on this depends your fate; Tell me what animal is that Which has four feet at morning bright, Has two at noon and three at night? |
| 6652 | Scales hast thou got, of course-- but what''s thy weight? |
| 6652 | Sea- Serpent, art thou venomous or not? |
| 6652 | See yonder goes old Mendax, telling lies To that good easy man with whom he''s walking; How know I that? |
| 6652 | Seedy Cab- driver, whither art thou going? |
| 6652 | Shall any force of fasts atone For years of duty left undone? |
| 6652 | Shall they compete with him who wrote"Maltravers,"Prologue to"Alice or the Mysteries?" |
| 6652 | Shall we meet again? |
| 6652 | She did NOT see the Unicorn; but( With her gracious habits of condescension) Did she think of him a bit the less? |
| 6652 | She forced me to resign my club, Lay down my pipe, retrench my grog-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | She had a tabby of her own,-- A snappish mongrel christened Grog,-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | She wished to know if I admiawd EVA, which quite confounded me; And then haw Ladyship inqwaw''d Whethaw A did''nt hate LEGWEE? |
| 6652 | Should you ask me, By what story, By what action, plot, or fiction, All these matters are connected? |
| 6652 | Should you ask me, Is there music In the structure of the verses, In the names and in the phrases? |
| 6652 | Should you ask me, What''s its nature? |
| 6652 | Some faults we own; but can you guess? |
| 6652 | Son of a round- head are you? |
| 6652 | Stand forth, arch deceiver, and tell us in truth, Are you handsome or ugly, in age or in youth? |
| 6652 | Step up an''take a nipper, sir; I''m dreffle glad to see ye;"But now it''s"Ware''s my eppylet? |
| 6652 | Still coy, and still reluctant? |
| 6652 | Still he stares-- I wonder why, Why are not the sons of earth Blind, like puppies, from their birth?" |
| 6652 | Still that gloom upon each feature? |
| 6652 | Still that sad reproachful frown?" |
| 6652 | Suppose he goes to France-- can he Sit down at any table d''hote, With any sort of decency, Unless he''s got a long- tail''d coat? |
| 6652 | Sweetheart say, When shall we monarchs be? |
| 6652 | Tell Belzebub, great father, tell( Says t''other, perch''d upon the wheel), Did ever any mortal Fly Raise such a cloud of dust as I? |
| 6652 | Tell me, Knife- grinder, how came you to grind knives? |
| 6652 | Tell me, what is amiss with thee? |
| 6652 | Thank you, very well; And you, I hope are well? |
| 6652 | That of Mud- Python, by APOLLO shot, And mentioned-- rather often-- by CARLYLE? |
| 6652 | That''s the way I used to soap the Chapling-- Cos vy? |
| 6652 | The BOA AND THE B----, like new- found star, Is mine no longer; but the world''s!-- Tell me, how have I sung it? |
| 6652 | The Dove, the winged Columbus of man''s haven? |
| 6652 | The Kangaroo-- is he not orthodox To bend his legs, the way he does, in kneeling? |
| 6652 | The Pelican whose bosom feeds her young? |
| 6652 | The Pill- maker? |
| 6652 | The Snake, pro tempore, the true Satanic? |
| 6652 | The chill of fear that crept through TAYLOR''S bones? |
| 6652 | The king can do no wrong? |
| 6652 | The poker hardly seemed my own, I might as well have been a log-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | The punctual Crane-- the providential Raven? |
| 6652 | The sun bursts out in furious blaze, I perspirate from head to heel; I''d like to hire a one- horse chaise; How can I, without cash, at Lille? |
| 6652 | The tender Love- Bird-- or the filial Stork? |
| 6652 | The van-- the hand- cuffs-- and the prison cell Where pined JAMES TAYLOR-- wherefore pause to tell? |
| 6652 | Then Mrs. Lily, the nuss, Toward them steps with joy; Say the brave old Duke,"Come tell to us Is it a gal or a boy?" |
| 6652 | Then teach me, Echo, how shall I come by her? |
| 6652 | Then, first to come, and last to go, There always was a Captain Hogg-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | Then, wherefore Are ye so cheerful? |
| 6652 | There, Thomas, didst thou never see(''Tis but by way of simile) A squirrel spend his little rage, In jumping round a rolling cage? |
| 6652 | They walk''d and eat, good folks: what then? |
| 6652 | Think you I nothing like but straw? |
| 6652 | Thirtieth of January do n''t you FEED? |
| 6652 | This journal of folly''s an emblem of me; But what book shall we find emblematic of thee? |
| 6652 | This, with a vengeance, was mistaking? |
| 6652 | Those eyes,--among thine elder friends Perhaps they pass for blue;-- No matter,--if a man can see, What more have eyes to do? |
| 6652 | Thou turn''st away, in scorn of sway, To bless a younger son-- But when we live in lodgings, say, Wilt sew his buttons on?" |
| 6652 | Though certain omens oft forewarn a state, And dying lions show the monarch''s fate, Why should such fears bid Celia''s sorrow rise? |
| 6652 | Thought she of one of her own Arms? |
| 6652 | Thus, by Muscovite barbarian, And by Fate, my life was crossed; Wonder ye I start at shadows? |
| 6652 | Thy willing thrall? |
| 6652 | To be Doctored? |
| 6652 | To effort hath it strung you? |
| 6652 | To see that carriage come The people round it press:"And is the galliant Duke at ome?" |
| 6652 | To stealing I can never come, To pawn my watch I''m too genteel, Besides, I left my watch at home; How could I pawn it, then, at Lille? |
| 6652 | Try the West End, he''s at your back-- Meets you, like Eurus, in the East-- You''re call''d upon for"How do, Jack?" |
| 6652 | Turns fell Hyena of the Ghoulish race? |
| 6652 | Vampyre, ghost, or ghoul, what is it? |
| 6652 | View on the subject? |
| 6652 | Vot his this''ere? |
| 6652 | WHAT''S THAT? |
| 6652 | WILT THOU SEW MY BUTTONS ON?" |
| 6652 | Was I sober or awake? |
| 6652 | Was ist dis oder book I see? |
| 6652 | Was it the squire? |
| 6652 | Was strict Sir Andrew, in his Sabbath coat, Struck all a- heap to see a Coati mundi? |
| 6652 | Was''t VENUS that the strange concealment planned, Or rather PLUTUS''S irreverent hand? |
| 6652 | Water for my burning brain? |
| 6652 | We dined at a tavern-- La, what do I say? |
| 6652 | Were charitable boxes handed round, And would not Guinea Pigs subscribe their guinea? |
| 6652 | Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? |
| 6652 | What are the feelings of thy mother? |
| 6652 | What calls for papers to expose The waste of sugar- plums and rattles? |
| 6652 | What can there be upon the red- lined page That TOMKINS''s quick eye should so engage? |
| 6652 | What cared she for Medea''s pride Or Desdemona''s sorrow? |
| 6652 | What change comes o''er the spirit of the place, As if transmuted by some spell organic? |
| 6652 | What could this pore Doctor do, bein treated thus, When the darling baby woke, cryin for its nuss? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What d''ye think of that, my dog? |
| 6652 | What dire offense have serious Fellows found To raise their spleen against the Regent''s spinney? |
| 6652 | What do they mean by it? |
| 6652 | What else? |
| 6652 | What error in the bestial birth or breeding, To put their tender fancies on the fret? |
| 6652 | What feature has repulsed the serious set? |
| 6652 | What fossil Saurians in thy time have been? |
| 6652 | What geologic periods hast thou seen, Long as the tail thou doubtless canst unfold? |
| 6652 | What greater stranger yet is he Who has four legs, then two, then three; Then loses one, then gets two more, And runs away at last on four? |
| 6652 | What hath stilled thy bounding gladness, Changed thy pace from fast to slow? |
| 6652 | What have they done?--those heavenly strains, Devoutly squeezed from canting brains, But filled John''s earthly breeches? |
| 6652 | What have we with day to do? |
| 6652 | What is his LIGHTNING to my Delia''s eyes? |
| 6652 | What is it I behold? |
| 6652 | What is that madness? |
| 6652 | What is the Regency in Tottenham- street, The Royal Amphitheater of Arts, Astley''s, Olympic, or the Sans Pareil, Compared with thee? |
| 6652 | What is thy diet? |
| 6652 | What is yon house with walls so thick, All girt around with guard and grille? |
| 6652 | What is''t Fine Grand, makes thee my friendship fly, Or take an Epigram so fearfully, As''t were a challenge, or a borrower''s letter? |
| 6652 | What makes you simper, then, and sneer? |
| 6652 | What most moves women when we them address? |
| 6652 | What must I do when women will be cross? |
| 6652 | What must I do when women will be kind? |
| 6652 | What must we do our passion to express? |
| 6652 | What see I on my table stand,-- A letter with a well- known seal? |
| 6652 | What sort of snake may be thy class and style? |
| 6652 | What spines, or spikes, or claws, or nails, or fin, Or paddle, Ocean- Serpent, dost thou bear? |
| 6652 | What the devil makes him cry? |
| 6652 | What''s cheapest meat to make a bullock fat? |
| 6652 | What''s next my dexterous little girl will do? |
| 6652 | What''s this they thrust into my hand? |
| 6652 | What''s your name, my beauty, tell me? |
| 6652 | What, what''s the matter with the men? |
| 6652 | What, what''s the price now, hee, of all your stock? |
| 6652 | What, what, sir?--hey, sir?" |
| 6652 | What? |
| 6652 | When GEORGE, alarm''d for England''s creed, Turn''d out the last Whig ministry, And men ask''d-- who advised the deed? |
| 6652 | When bought, no question I shall be her dear? |
| 6652 | When first the granite mountain- stones were laid, Wast thou not present there and then, old Snake? |
| 6652 | When shall we hear agen of such a thing? |
| 6652 | Whence comes it that, in Clara''s face, The lily only has its place? |
| 6652 | Whence that dark o''erclouded brow? |
| 6652 | Whence the rosy hue thou wearest, Breathing round thee rich perfume?" |
| 6652 | Where am I? |
| 6652 | Where is Cupid''s crimson motion? |
| 6652 | Where was I? |
| 6652 | Where''s Jack? |
| 6652 | Wherefore should not we Agree to form a Johnsonate of Briggs? |
| 6652 | Whereon is sinful fantasy to work? |
| 6652 | Which is of greater value, prythee, say, The Bride or Bridegroom?--must the truth be told? |
| 6652 | While we could reap, what cared we how he sowed? |
| 6652 | Whither away? |
| 6652 | Whither whirlest thou thy thrall? |
| 6652 | Who absurdly buys Fruit not worth the baking? |
| 6652 | Who am I? |
| 6652 | Who are my fellow- passengers? |
| 6652 | Who can describe the wrath of MRS. JONES? |
| 6652 | Who has been hissed by the Canadian Goose? |
| 6652 | Who mourns through Monkey- tricks his damaged clothing? |
| 6652 | Who respects a shopman''s till? |
| 6652 | Who shall describe her anguish-- her remorse? |
| 6652 | Who was this master good Of whomb I makes these rhymes? |
| 6652 | Who wastes crust on pies That do not pay for making? |
| 6652 | Who would burst a goldsmith''s door, Shoot a dun, or sack a store? |
| 6652 | Who would pay a tailor''s bill? |
| 6652 | Who''s afraid a child to kill? |
| 6652 | Why came I not by Lille? |
| 6652 | Why do I groan in deep despair, Since she''ll be soon an angel fair? |
| 6652 | Why do the gods indulge our store, But to secure our rest? |
| 6652 | Why force it down in BUCKETS on the hay? |
| 6652 | Why make of Tom a DULLARD, And Ned a GENIUS?" |
| 6652 | Why should he longer mince the matter? |
| 6652 | Why should not piety be made, As well as equity, a trade, And men get money by devotion, As well as making of a motion? |
| 6652 | Why should we? |
| 6652 | Why this anguish in thine eye? |
| 6652 | Why will the simple world expect wise things From lofty folk, particularly kings? |
| 6652 | Wild hunters in pursuit of fame? |
| 6652 | Will not he be a hundred and twenty? |
| 6652 | Will the blanket choke the Boa?" |
| 6652 | Wilt thou that naughty, fluttering heart resign? |
| 6652 | With a gracious air, and a smiling look, Mess John had open''d his awful book, And had read so far as to ask if to we d he meant? |
| 6652 | With fifteen thousand pounds a- year, Do you complain, you can not bear An ill, you may so soon retrieve? |
| 6652 | With note akin that immortal bard The snow- white Swan of Avon? |
| 6652 | With pure heart newly stamped from Nature''s mint--( Where did he learn that squint?) |
| 6652 | With sister Belle she could n''t part, But all MY ties had leave to jog-- What d''ye think of that, my cat? |
| 6652 | With what note? |
| 6652 | Wot did yer say, sir, wot did yer say? |
| 6652 | Wot makes yer smile? |
| 6652 | Wot''s this I''ve got? |
| 6652 | Wot''s this''ere, sir? |
| 6652 | Wot''s this?--wot hever is this''ere? |
| 6652 | Would not horse- aloes bitter it as well? |
| 6652 | Would_ I_ have played with YOUR hay such a freak? |
| 6652 | Wouldst thou not quickly through my fingers slip, Being all over glazed with fishy slime? |
| 6652 | Ye politicians, tell me, pray, Why thus with woe and care rent? |
| 6652 | Yet it has wheels-- Wheels within wheels-- and on the box A driver, and a cad behind, And Horses-- Horses?-- Bethink thee-- Worm!-- Are they Horses? |
| 6652 | You call yerself a gentleman? |
| 6652 | You were going to speak? |
| 6652 | Your taste in architect, you know, Hath been admired by friend and foe: But can your earthly domes compare With all my castles-- in the air? |
| 6652 | [ Meadows turns suddenly round, Your pardon, sir; Is this, the way to Newgate? |
| 6652 | and how are you? |
| 6652 | and where''s mamma? |
| 6652 | and which the day? |
| 6652 | are they? |
| 6652 | beneath your royal notice, sir,"Replied Lord Pembroke--"Sir, my lord, stir, stir; Let''s see them all, all, all, all, every thing,"Who''s this? |
| 6652 | bloody news? |
| 6652 | can my pigs compare, sire, with pigs royal?" |
| 6652 | cried JAMES,"how very hard And are we, too, from beer debarred?" |
| 6652 | dame Nature cried to Death, As Willie drew his latest breath; You have my choicest model ta''en; How shall I make a fool again? |
| 6652 | did you though, indeed? |
| 6652 | do you say? |
| 6652 | for which I make apology) But that the Papists, like some Fellows, thus Had somehow mixed up Deus with their Theology? |
| 6652 | hae, hae? |
| 6652 | hae? |
| 6652 | hae? |
| 6652 | hae? |
| 6652 | hae? |
| 6652 | hast thou a thimble in thy gear? |
| 6652 | higher still?) |
| 6652 | hops?" |
| 6652 | how should monarchs know The natural history of mops and churches? |
| 6652 | how,"said the Cook,"can I this think of grilling, When common the pepper? |
| 6652 | is thy pain? |
| 6652 | love no more? |
| 6652 | or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining? |
| 6652 | or parson of the parish? |
| 6652 | or that race Lower than Horses, but with longer ears And less intelligence-- In fact--"EQUI ASINI,"Or in vernacular JACKASSES? |
| 6652 | parson, you''re a fool, one might suppose-- Was not the field just underneath your NOSE? |
| 6652 | quoth Hodge, with wond''ring eyes, And voice not much unlike an Indian yell;"What were they made for then, you dog?" |
| 6652 | quoth I,"he''s d- r- u- n- K"Then thus to him--"Were it not better, far, You were a little s- o- b- e- R? |
| 6652 | resumed the bibliopolist,''you are learned, are you? |
| 6652 | say, wilt thou, of queenly brow, Still sew my buttons on? |
| 6652 | shall we not say thou art LOVE''S DUODECIMO? |
| 6652 | she falter''d,"from the gov''nor? |
| 6652 | strong fellow, hey? |
| 6652 | the pleasure thence which flows? |
| 6652 | then you wo n''t accept it, wo nt you? |
| 6652 | verger!--you the verger?--hey?" |
| 6652 | was the warning cry of the Austrian sentinel To one whose little knapsack bore the books he loved so well"Thev must not pass? |
| 6652 | what are showers to HIM? |
| 6652 | what are they to love''s sensations? |
| 6652 | what can tombs avail, since these disgorge The blood and dust of both to mold a George? |
| 6652 | what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion? |
| 6652 | what madness could impel So RUM a FLAT to face so PRIME a SWELL? |
| 6652 | what''s that uproar? |
| 6652 | what''s that? |
| 6652 | what''s that?" |
| 6652 | what''s this? |
| 6652 | what, what''s the price of country butter?" |
| 6652 | what? |
| 6652 | what? |
| 6652 | what? |
| 6652 | what? |
| 6652 | where doth it dwell? |
| 6652 | where must needy poet seek for aid, When dust and rain at once his coat invade? |
| 6652 | whither are you going? |
| 6652 | who does not envy those rude little devils, That hold her, and hug her, and keep her from heaven? |
| 6652 | who''s this?--who''s this fine fellow here? |
| 6652 | why my bosom smite? |
| 6652 | why this alter''d vow? |
| 6652 | why this for Cobb was only SPORT: What doth Cobb own that any rain can HURT?" |
| 6652 | why was it so? |
| 6652 | wilt thou be mine? |
| 6652 | wilt thou sew my buttons on, When gayer scenes recall That fairy face, that stately grace, To reign amid the ball? |
| 6652 | with an oath, cried Garrick--"for by G-- I never saw that face of yours before!-- What characters, I pray, Did you and I together play?" |
| 6652 | with such leathern lungs? |
| 6652 | wot''s this''ere? |
| 6652 | would you have him sport a chin Like Colonel Stanhope, or that goat O''German Mahon, ere begin To figure in a long- tail''d coat? |