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20113	So away they went with a hop and a bound, And they hopped the whole world three times round; And who so happy,--O who, As the Duck and the Kangaroo?
20113	[ Illustration]"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?"
20113	too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?"
11979	And thus accosted him:"What news?
11979	Away went Gilpin-- who but he?
11979	what news?
11979	your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall-- Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?"
40134	Can Quinine Replace Cold Baths and Sound Hygiene?
40134	Do you think that a Climate can conquer the grit Of the Sons of the West?
40134	[ Illustration] A Gentleman remained to fight-- With what result for him?
14706	But could my kind engross me?
14706	Hoary and bent I dance one hour: What though I die at morn?
14706	Stern Art-- what sons escape her?
35051	And, if I like her very much, And if she cares for me a bit, Where is the harm of look or touch If neither of us mentions it?
35051	I was unlucky with my wives, So are the most of married men; Undoubtedly they lost their lives,-- Of course, but even so, what then?
35051	My habits, I would have you know, Are perfect, as they''ve always been; You ask if I am good, and go To church, and keep my fingers clean?
35051	Will you do it, please, again?
35051	[ Illustration] Appreciation AUNTIE, did you feel no pain Falling from that apple tree?
45292	Swims not the Cod in curves?
45292	Thus, while the Lion lives on meat, The Pheasant is content with wheat.= Who then, when beasts do not agree,` Shall venture to decide?
45292	Why this dislike to''following the nose''` Which all the best authorities endorse?
45292	` Or move straight backward, like the jibbing Horse Why this absurd and pitiable pose` That takes delight in any devious course?
13648	Do you not know who is the writer of it?
13648	Is it you?"
13648	[ Illustration] There was a young lady in blue, Who said,"Is it you?
13648	[ Illustration] There was an old Man in a Garden, Who always begged every one''s pardon; When they asked him,"What for?"
13648	[ Illustration] There was an old man of Toulouse Who purchased a new pair of shoes; When they asked,"Are they pleasant?"
13648	[ Illustration] There was an old person of Deal, Who in walking used only his heel; When they said,"Tell us why?"
13648	[ Illustration] There was an old person of Loo, Who said,"What on earth shall I do?"
13648	[ Illustration] There was an old person of Ware, Who rode on the back of a bear; When they ask''d,"Does it trot?"
982	He replied,"Who are you?"
982	There was a Young Lady of Norway, Who casually sat in a doorway; When the door squeezed her flat, She exclaimed,"What of that?"
982	There was a Young Lady of Parma, Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer; When they said,"Are you dumb?"
982	There was an Old Lady of Prague, Whose language was horribly vague; When they said,"Are these caps?"
982	There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a Bee; When they said,"Does it buzz?"
982	There was an Old Man of Aosta, Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her; But they said,"Do n''t you see, She has rushed up a tree?
982	There was an Old Man of the West, Who wore a pale plum- coloured vest; When they said,"Does it fit?"
982	There was an Old Man who said,"How,-- Shall I flee from this horrible Cow?
982	There was an Old Person of Gretna, Who rushed down the crater of Etna; When they said,"Is it hot?"
982	There was an Old Person of Hurst, Who drank when he was not athirst; When they said,"You''ll grow fatter,"He answered,"What matter?"
982	There was an old Man of th''Abruzzi, So blind that he could n''t his foot see; When they said,"That''s your toe,"He replied,"Is it so?"
982	There was an old Person of Burton, Whose answers were rather uncertain; When they said,"How d''ye do?"
982	When they said--"Is it small?"
982	Will NOBODY answer this bell?
13646	When they said,"Is it small?"
13646	Will_ nobody_ answer this bell?
13646	[ Illustration] There was a Young Lady of Hull, Who was chased by a virulent Bull; But she seized on a spade, and called out,"Who''s afraid?"
13646	[ Illustration] There was a Young Lady of Norway, Who casually sat in a doorway; When the door squeezed her flat, she exclaimed,"What of that?"
13646	[ Illustration] There was a Young Lady of Parma, Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer: When they said,"Are you dumb?"
13646	[ Illustration] There was an Old Lady of Prague, Whose language was horribly vague; When they said,"Are these caps?"
13646	[ Illustration] There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a Bee; When they said,"Does it buzz?"
13646	[ Illustration] There was an Old Man of the West, Who wore a pale plum- colored vest; When they said,"Does it fit?"
13646	[ Illustration] There was an Old Man who said,"How Shall I flee from this horrible Cow?
13646	[ Illustration] There was an Old Person of Burton, Whose answers were rather uncertain; When they said,"How d''ye do?"
13646	[ Illustration] There was an Old Person of Gretna, Who rushed down the crater of Etna; When they said,"Is it hot?"
13646	he answered"What matter?"
13646	he replied,"Who are you?"
13647	But, if we may take the liberty of inquiring, on what do you chiefly subsist?
13647	Can we be of any service to you, O crusty Crabbies?
13647	Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?
13647	Do n''t you think we could ride without being instructed, Without any saddle or bridle or spur? 13647 Ai n''t you pleased with my song?
13647	Do you think we are able?"
13647	Eggsy- any, Little hen?
13647	Floppy Fly,"Why do you never come to court?
13647	I''ve as many legs as you: Why ca n''t we walk on two?"
13647	Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom, Because you are covered with paint?
13647	On which Violet, who was perfectly acquainted with the art of mitten- making, said to the Crabs,"Do your claws unscrew, or are they fixtures?"
13647	Ought she not to wear a bonnet?''
13647	Shall we go?
13647	Shall we try?
13647	So they called out,"Is that a mouse?"
13647	Why do you never go at all?
13647	is it because I''m so thin, And my legs are so long,--ding- a- dong, ding- a- dong!-- That you do n''t care about me a pin?
13647	let us be married; too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?"
13647	who, As the Duck and the Kangaroo?
13647	why do n''t you heed my complaint?
13647	wo n''t they be soon upset, you know?
36543	''And_ where_ are the Police?''
36543	''My_ husband_?''
36543	''What_ is_ the Government about?''
36543	As from his breast the Bill he drew,''Shall this be borne,''he asked,''by you?''
36543	I shall never eat it again, for at Princes''If I cry for it there, will they understand?
36543	In the street the slime may spatter Ev''ry wretched passer- by; Hail and sleet and snow may batter On my window- pane-- what matter?
36543	My friend, why did you hold your hand, Why falter, why desist, When there are treasures in the land That never would be missed?
36543	Or that ev''ry one should mention-- proud and humble, poor and rich-- That a vote for Mr. Johnson is a vote for Little Tich?
36543	RHYMES FOR THE TIMES''WHAT''S IN A NAME?''
36543	What on earth care I?
36543	Where would Mother England be?
36543	Who would be a Man of Letters, Ink on paper daily dribbling, In a fashion which his betters Scornfully describe as''scribbling''?
36543	Who would practise a vocation So unlucrative and painful, To deserve a designation Cruelly disdainful?
36543	Who would term Lord Claud''s directors''Guinea- pigs''or''fee collectors''?
36543	xi RHYMES FOR THE TIMES''WHAT''S IN A NAME?''
35059	At some crowded railway station He comes running up to you, And exclaims with agitation,"Take my ticket, will you, too?"
35059	But a fond paternal Government( in Belgium, need I add?)
35059	Do not autocrats, dictators, All who lead successful lives, Swear repeatedly at waiters, Curse consistently at wives?
35059	Do we grudge these godlike creatures Picture- cards that advertise-- Calcium lights that flood their features From the flies?
35059	Do you shudder at their Jaeger underclothing, Which is"fearfully and wonderfully made"?
35059	Does its message fail to reach you in your den, Where the ink that once so sluggishly was crawling Courses swiftly through your stylographic pen?
35059	For is not"Brev: the Soul of Wit"?
35059	He whose one prevailing passion Is himself?
35059	Is it too late to laugh at fate?
35059	My bust by Rod:( what matt: the cost?)
35059	Shall the heads of_ the_ Profession, Histrionic argonauts, Be denied the frank expression Of their thoughts?
35059	Though in manner they resemble"poor relations,"Or umbrellas which their owners have forgot, They contribute to the gaiety of nations, Do they not?
35059	VIII THE FADDIST Gentle Reader, is your bosom filled with loathing At the mention of the"Simple Life"brigade?
35059	What cares he for rank or fashion, Politics or place or pelf?
35059	What does he do?
35059	What form of earthly hardship could be greater Than that which daily overwhelms the waiter?
35059	What music on our ears is falling?
35059	What strains are these that echo clear?
35059	With your diatribes eternally before me, How on earth can I expect to feel inspired?
35059	Wo n''t you give him something novel and attractive To review?
36702	''Comment ça va?''
36702	''Have you the penknife of my Aunt?
36702	''I broke the record to Tunbridge Wells, And I shouted aloud, to all concerned,"Give room, good folk, do you hear my bells?"
36702	''Que voulez- vous?''
36702	''Twas one of my most cherished dreams To write a Moral Book some day;-- What says the Bard?
36702	( Dear, dear my heart''s desire, can I be talking sense?)
36702	( Is''hanged''the perfect tense of''hang''?
36702	And call we not Corelli friend?
36702	And the luffly German band?
36702	But a few of his articles never came back, And their whereabouts no one was able to track, For some persons who edited,( Can it be credited?)
36702	Did he slip?
36702	For ours is the primeval clan, From which all lesser lights descend; Is Crockett not our countryman?
36702	I fixed him with my cold grey eye, But all in vain; at last I knew That porter hated me;( though why I can not understand, can you?)
36702	I have been criticised a lot; I venture to inquire what for?
36702	I was unlucky with my wives, So are the most of married men; Undoubtedly they lost their lives,-- Of course, but even so, what then?
36702	II''ENOUGH IS AS GOOD AS A FEAST''What is Enough?
36702	Mais qu''est- ce que c''est que ça?''
36702	My habits, I would have you know, Are perfect, as they''ve always been; You ask if I am good, and go To church, and keep my fingers clean?
36702	My verses may indeed be few, But are they not, to quote the poet,''The sweetest things that ever grew Beside a human door''?
36702	O cruel Fortune, tell me, why Am I allowed to live?
36702	One day for fun I chanced to try A bottle of-- what_ is_ the name?
36702	PART III_ PERVERTED PROVERBS_ I''VIRTUE IS ITS OWN REWARD''Virtue its own reward?
36702	So, raising high my raucous cry, I ask( and Fates no answer give), Why am I pre- ordained to die?
36702	Straight rose a German and remarked''Vot of die Vaterland?
36702	Then roughly asked me, had I got A head as empty as a bubble?
36702	They say that a Contented Mind Is a Continual Feast;--but where The mental frame, and how to find, Which can with Turtle Soup compare?
36702	To seek for Morals here''s a task Of which you well may be despairing;''What has become of them?''
36702	Was he cracked?
36702	What can compare with those?
36702	What can compare with those?
36702	Who knows how rich a mental meal The covers of_ this_ book conceal?
36702	Why is it?
36702	Yet, what''s a spanking to the fun Of leaving vital things Undone?
36702	why am I alone denied The Humour of a weak inside?
13649	Suppose we should fall down flumpetty, Just like pieces of stone, On to the thorns, or into the moat, What would become of your new green coat? 13649 And might you not break a bone? 13649 And what can we expect if we have n''t any dinner, But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?
13649	At night if he suddenly screams and wakes, Do they bring him only a few small cakes, or a LOT, For the Akond of Swat?
13649	But there came to the Crumpetty Tree Mr. and Mrs. Canary; And they said,"Did ever you see Any spot so charmingly airy?
13649	Can he write a letter concisely clear Without a speck or a smudge or smear or BLOT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Discobbolos?"
13649	Do his people like him extremely well?
13649	Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
13649	Does he beat his wife with a gold- topped pipe, When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe, or ROT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold, or HOT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
13649	Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe, or a DOT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Does he like new cream, and hate mince- pies?
13649	Does he like to lie on his back in a boat Like the lady who lived in that isle remote, SHALLOTT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
13649	Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
13649	Does he sail about on an inland lake, in a YACHT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk, And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk, or TROT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair, or SQUAT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat, or a COT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
13649	Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
13649	Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
13649	Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends, And tie it neat in a bow with ends, or a KNOT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	For we''ve nothing in the house, Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey, And what to do for dinner-- since we have n''t any money?
13649	If he catches them then, either old or young, Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung, or_ shot_, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
13649	Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
13649	Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
13649	Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ, or a SCOT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
13649	Or a bowl?
13649	Or do they, whenever they can, rebel, or PLOT, At the Akond of Swat?
13649	Or does n''t he care for public opinion a JOT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Or even at times, when days are dark, GAROTTE?
13649	Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave, or a GROTT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Sitting where the pumpkins blow, Will you come and be my wife?"
13649	To amuse his mind do his people show him Pictures, or any one''s last new poem, or WHAT, For the Akond of Swat?
13649	When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes, or NOT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	When he writes a copy in round- hand size, Does he cross his T''s and finish his I''s with a DOT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	Who, or why, or which, or_ what_, Is the Akond of SWAT?
13649	Why do n''t you fly by day?"
13649	Will you please to go away?
13649	or a POT, The Akond of Swat?
13649	or a cup?
13649	or a glass?
13649	or a mug?
15370	Alack- a- Dey, famished I feel; Oh, good little Tootle- Tum- Teh, Where on earth shall I look for a meal? 15370 And shall I get so plump and fresh, And look no longer seedily?
15370	And will my whiskers curl so tight? 15370 But what are dukes and viscounts to The happiness of all my crew?
15370	But, p''r''aps, kind Turk, you''re full inside?
15370	Dear Tootle- Tum, what shall we do? 15370 I''ve come, De Peckham Rye, To do a Christian task; You ask me what would I?
15370	In this, my unenlightened state, To work in heavy boots I comes, Will pumps henceforward decorate My tiddle toddle tootsicums? 15370 Indeed?"
15370	It''s tone esoteric in force-- I trust that I make myself clear?
15370	Oh, ah!--indeed-- I see,The troubadour exclaimed--"If I may make so free, How is this castle named?"
15370	Oh, holy father,Alice said,"''twould grieve you, would it not?
15370	Oh, massa, why you go away? 15370 Shall I be freed?"
15370	Then only the cook and me was left, And the delicate question,''Which Of us two goes to the kettle?'' 15370 Why come you here to bother one?
15370	Why should I want to spend my nights In Parliament, a- making speeches? 15370 Will trousers, such as yours, array Extremities inferior?
15370	And I said to him,"Dicky- bird, why do you sit Singing''Willow, titwillow, titwillow?''
15370	And I''ll wager in their joy they kissed each other''s cheek( Which is what them, furriners do), And they blessed their lucky stars?
15370	And if it be neither of these, say I, Why do you sit and sob and sigh?
15370	And the glories of its treasures Shadow of a shade?
15370	And who so fit to sit in it, deny it if you can, As this very great-- this very good-- this very gifted man?
15370	Are its palaces and pleasures Fantasies that fade?
15370	But haughty Pish- Tush- Pooh- Bah Said,"Alack- a- Dey, what does this mean?"
15370	But will it be believed that he, With grin upon his face of poppy, Declined my aid, while thanking me For what he called my"philanthroppy?"
15370	D''ye see?
15370	Did they with thirst in summer burn?
15370	Did you ever?
15370	Had I a headache?
15370	Have you e''er a lover a- dangling after you?
15370	He seized his clarion straight, And blew thereat, until A warden oped the gate,"Oh, what might be your will?"
15370	He''ll ask then and there, with an insolent stare, If you know that you''re paid to be funny?"
15370	His most æsthetic, Very magnetic Fancy took this turn--"If I can wheedle A knife or needle, Why not a Silver Churn?"
15370	I cried,"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?"
15370	I fain would discover If you have a lover?
15370	I hear you asking, Why-- Why in the world I sing This tawdry, tinselled thing?
15370	I''ve a highly intelligent face-- My features can not be denied-- But, whatever I try, sir, I fail in-- and why, sir?
15370	IS LIFE A BOON?
15370	If I abjure fermented drink, Shall I, indeed, resemble you?
15370	If love is a nettle that makes you smart, Why do you wear it next your heart?
15370	If so?
15370	Is it but a world of trouble-- Sadness set to song?
15370	Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?"
15370	Is its beauty but a bubble Bound to break ere long?
15370	Is life a boon?
15370	Is life a thorn?
15370	It adds to the task Of a merryman''s place, When your principal asks, With a scowl on his face, If you know that you''re paid to be funny?"
15370	It can not be blissful, as''tis said, Or why are their eyes so wondrous red?
15370	It can not be joy and rapture deep, Or why do these gentle ladies weep?
15370	It can not be kind as they''d imply, Or why do these gentle ladies sigh?
15370	It come uncommon near, But we answered with a cheer, Which paralyzed the Parley- voo, D''ye see?
15370	It made him moan-- it made him groan And almost wore him to a mummy: Why should I hesitate to own That pain was in his little tummy?
15370	My cheeks grow smug and muttony?
15370	My coat so blue and buttony?
15370	My face become so red and white?
15370	My skin will henceforth fit my flesh So tightly and so Tweedie- ly?"
15370	Now tell me pray, and tell me true, What in the world should the poor soul do?
15370	Now tell me pray, and tell me true, What in the world should the poor soul do?
15370	Oh, is there not one maiden breast Which does not feel the moral beauty Of making worldly interest Subordinate to sense of duly?
15370	Oh, is there not one maiden here, Whose homely face and bad complexion Have caused all hopes to disappear Of ever winning man''s affection?
15370	Prithee, pretty maiden, will you marry me?
15370	Sir Hugh he darkly frowned,"What would you, sir, with me?"
15370	Sound words of advice and encouragement on the text"What must I do to be saved?"
15370	The padre said,"Whatever have you been and gone and done?"
15370	Try we life long, we can never Straighten out life''s tangled skein, Why should we, in vain endeavor, Guess and guess and guess again?
15370	WOULD YOU KNOW?
15370	We were hardy British tars Who had pity on a poor Parley- voo, D''ye see?
15370	What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July?
15370	What though mortal joys be hollow?
15370	What, though I can not meet my bills?
15370	What, though I suffer toothache''s ills?
15370	What, though I swallow countless pills?
15370	What, though I''m in a sorry case?
15370	What, though solemn shadows fall, Sooner, later, over all?
15370	Wherefore waste our elocution On impossible solution?
15370	While a beautiful Saracen maiden Is whipped by a Saracen snob?
15370	Whither, whither art thou fleeting?
15370	Who would not give up willingly All matrimonial ambition, To rescue such a one as I From his unfortunate position?
15370	Why waken from its slumbers The aching memory of the old, old days?
15370	Will chubbiness assert its sway All over my exterior?
15370	With her skirt at her shameful knee, And her painted, tainted phiz: Ah, matron, which of us is?
15370	Would you know the kind of maid Sets my heart a flame- a?
15370	said good Doctor Brown,"So this is Turkish coyness, is it?
15370	sighed the maids assembled; Had I a cold?
15370	welled forth the silent tear; Did I look pale?
13650	But, if we may take the liberty of inquiring, on what do you chiefly subsist?
13650	Can we be of any service to you, O crusty Crabbies?
13650	Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?
13650	Do n''t you think we could ride without being instructed, Without any saddle or bridle or spur? 13650 Do you not know who is the writer of it?"
13650	Suppose we should fall down flumpetty, Just like pieces of stone, On to the thorns, or into the moat, What would become of your new green coat? 13650 Ai n''t you pleased with my song?
13650	And might you not break a bone?
13650	And what can we expect if we have n''t any dinner, But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?"
13650	At night if he suddenly screams and wakes, Do they bring him only a few small cakes, or a LOT, For the Akond of Swat?
13650	But there came to the Crumpetty Tree Mr. and Mrs. Canary; And they said,"Did ever you see Any spot so charmingly airy?
13650	Can he write a letter concisely clear Without a speck or a smudge or smear or BLOT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Discobbolos?"
13650	Do his people like him extremely well?
13650	Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
13650	Do you think we are able?"
13650	Does he beat his wife with a gold- topped pipe, When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe, or ROT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold, or HOT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
13650	Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe, or a DOT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Does he like new cream, and hate mince- pies?
13650	Does he like to lie on his back in a boat Like the lady who lived in that isle remote, SHALLOTT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
13650	Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
13650	Does he sail about on an inland lake, in a YACHT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk, And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk, or TROT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair, or SQUAT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat, or a COT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
13650	Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
13650	Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
13650	Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends, And tie it neat in a bow with ends, or a KNOT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Eggsy- any, Little hen?
13650	Floppy Fly,"Why do you never come to court?
13650	For we''ve nothing in the house, Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey, And what to do for dinner-- since we have n''t any money?
13650	I''ve as many legs as you: Why ca n''t we walk on two?"
13650	If he catches them then, either old or young, Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung, or_ shot_, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
13650	Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
13650	Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
13650	Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ, or a SCOT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Is it you?"
13650	May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
13650	Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom, Because you are covered with paint?
13650	On which Violet, who was perfectly acquainted with the art of mitten- making, said to the Crabs,"Do your claws unscrew, or are they fixtures?"
13650	Or a bowl?
13650	Or do they, whenever they can, rebel, or PLOT, At the Akond of Swat?
13650	Or does n''t he care for public opinion a JOT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Or even at times, when days are dark, GAROTTE?
13650	Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave, or a GROTT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	Ought she not to wear a bonnet?''
13650	Shall we go?
13650	Shall we try?
13650	Sitting where the pumpkins blow, Will you come and be my wife?"
13650	So they called out,"Is that a mouse?"
13650	To amuse his mind do his people show him Pictures, or any one''s last new poem, or WHAT, For the Akond of Swat?
13650	What bearing may we assume the foregoing couplet to have upon Mr. Lear''s political views?
13650	When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes, or NOT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	When he writes a copy in round- hand size, Does he cross his T''s and finish his I''s with a DOT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	When they asked,''Does it hurt?''
13650	When they said,"Is it small?"
13650	Who, or why, or which, or_ what_, Is the Akond of SWAT?
13650	Why do n''t you fly by day?"
13650	Why do you never go at all?
13650	Will you please to go away?
13650	Will_ nobody_ answer this bell?
13650	[ Illustration] There was a Young Lady of Hull, Who was chased by a virulent Bull; But she seized on a spade, and called out,"Who''s afraid?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was a Young Lady of Norway, Who casually sat in a doorway; When the door squeezed her flat, she exclaimed,"What of that?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was a Young Lady of Parma, Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer: When they said,"Are you dumb?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was a young lady in blue, Who said,"Is it you?
13650	[ Illustration] There was an Old Lady of Prague, Whose language was horribly vague; When they said,"Are these caps?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a Bee; When they said,"Does it buzz?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an Old Man of the West, Who wore a pale plum- colored vest; When they said,"Does it fit?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an Old Man who said,"How Shall I flee from this horrible Cow?
13650	[ Illustration] There was an Old Person of Burton, Whose answers were rather uncertain; When they said,"How d''ye do?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an Old Person of Gretna, Who rushed down the crater of Etna; When they said,"Is it hot?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an old Man in a Garden, Who always begged every one''s pardon; When they asked him,"What for?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an old man of Toulouse Who purchased a new pair of shoes; When they asked,"Are they pleasant?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an old person of Deal, Who in walking used only his heel; When they said,"Tell us why?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an old person of Loo, Who said,"What on earth shall I do?"
13650	[ Illustration] There was an old person of Ware, Who rode on the back of a bear; When they ask''d,"Does it trot?"
13650	he answered"What matter?"
13650	he replied,"Who are you?"
13650	is it because I''m so thin, And my legs are so long,--ding- a- dong, ding- a- dong!-- That you do n''t care about me a pin?
13650	let us be married; too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?"
13650	or a POT, The Akond of Swat?
13650	or a cup?
13650	or a glass?
13650	or a mug?
13650	who, As the Duck and the Kangaroo?
13650	why do n''t you heed my complaint?
13650	wo n''t they be soon upset, you know?
49684	)_[ Illustration: 9050] AVE you read B. P. Du Chaillu? 49684 Are to me unblest, sir"--"Duck and Peas?"
49684	Eat, sir? 49684 Excruciating girl;--"Sole Empress of the breast of Fi,"What_ can_ the object be,"For you to get a Lock for which"You ne''er can get a Key?
49684	Fish, sir?
49684	I ca n''t digest, sir--''Roe, sir?"
49684	Just think, if I should wear a wig,How would you like me, Zadie?
49684	Keep fast the gates there- who is thisThat insists on bursting thro''?"
49684	Perceiv''st thou verdure in my eye? 49684 Shrimps, sir?
49684	Sooner eat the dish, sir--_ Hath_ a puppy charms for Briton? 49684 Those that Hobgoblin call you, and swee Puck You do their work, and they shall have good luck, Are not you he?"
49684	What rash foe assail?
49684	Whilst I kindly pour''d the tea out, and the cream that look''d so yellow?
49684	X-- X? 49684 __ Kirke''s Memoirs_[ Illustration: 9043] OW do the Daughters Come down at Dunoon?
49684	slowyou find?
49684	-- Was there a man obeyed?
49684	A brothers voice?
49684	A set that no dentist may trammel?
49684	A something that ends with an E?-- It must be my cousin So- Sle?
49684	A son-- perchance like me-- And children fair with golden hair To cling around thy knee?
49684	Are there any more passengers?
49684	But ev''ry Celt afraid, Gazed on the grub dismay''d-- Twigg''d he had blunder''d;--"Who can eat rancid grease?
49684	Call_ this_ a room a- piecc?"
49684	Chaillu of the Big Baboon?
49684	Crawfish?
49684	Did you never fancy something Horrid, underneath the bed?
49684	Did you never feel the clammy Terror, starting from each pore, At a shocking Sort of knocking On your chamber door?
49684	Do you sigh for ambrosial hair?
49684	Ear- piercing in at the drawing room door-- Down- bellowing, right thro''the nursery floor-- Like a hundred power bellows?
49684	Flesh or fowl that one can eat, sir?"
49684	Flora of the raven ringlets, Flora of the shining hair?
49684	For clustering ringlets to match?
49684	For the Night Mail North, old man?-- Old statue of despair-- Why tug and strain at the iron gate?
49684	For the Night Mail North?
49684	Hast thou view''d her on thy beat?
49684	Have you got no wholesome meat, sir?
49684	He who slew the fierce Gorilla In the Mountains of the Moon?
49684	How day after day, without being hurt, A man can drag his own flesh thro''the dirt For a thousand pounds at his Broker''s?
49684	Is it ivory teeth you desire?
49684	Mark''d, I say, her fairy figure In the wilderness of Bow?
49684	One cherub face is wet with grief-- What ails you little lad?
49684	Or a ghastly skeletonian, In the garret overhead?
49684	Or a sudden life- like movement, Of the_ Vandyke_, grim and tall?
49684	Or that ruddy Mark, a bloody Stain upon the wall?
49684	Perhaps it was the flies that haunt That soul- subduing hour?
49684	Perhaps-- you''ve burnt your tongue?
49684	Prawns, sir?
49684	Sausage?"
49684	Scallops ready in a twinkle?
49684	Slow it is, is it?
49684	Splendid it is; but we musnt stop, The folks are beginning to run,-- Is yonder a cloud that covers the course?
49684	Take a bit of grass?"
49684	Tell me quick, and no palaver, For I am a man of heat-- Hast thou seen her, X 100?
49684	That little wee word Fo- Fum?
49684	That your cheek should be rosy and plump?
49684	The lips that blest, the arms that prest, The neck to which you clung?
49684	The thundering crank, and the mighty wheel!-- Are there any more pasengers For the Night.. Mail.. to the North?
49684	There goes Jones''s head!--no, it''s only his cap!-- Jones, my boy, who''s your hatter?
49684	This was the ultimate remark; A voice replied far thro''the dark,"X-- X?
49684	Those matchless charms which like the sun Lit up Belinda Place-- What fiend, I ask, in human mask Has dared to black your face?
49684	Thou hast a gentle wife at home?
49684	Traced her lilliputian foot- prints On the sands of Rotten Row?
49684	Was gallant Fo- Fum Constrain''d to succumb To the"thrall of delicious fetters,"-- Or pretty Fe- Fi Induced to supply The text of the missing letters?
49684	Wh------ish R------ush Wh-----ish r------ush.-----"What''s all that hullabaloo?
49684	What Bard shall dare?
49684	What frantic fiend has done the deed That rends your charms from me?
49684	When shall their story fade?
49684	Where shall fancy find one fit, O Fit to fill thy vacant place?
49684	Whilst its lurid eyes glared on you From the darkness where it sat-- And you_ could_ not, Or you_ would_ not, See it was the cat?
49684	Who can be the graceful ditt- o Ditto to that form and face?
49684	Who, hideous, trails a slimy form, Betwixt the moonlight pale; And the pale, fearful, sleeping face?
49684	Why still with scarifying sleeve That tearful visage rub?
49684	Winkle?
49684	Wonder''d what the girl was up to-- What the deuce her little game was?
49684	Would you look on a mother in all her pride?
49684	Wuw-- Wuw-- Wuw-- Wuw-- Wuw-- Wuw-- W- Waterloo Place?
49684	Yellow?
49684	Yes- ser, on the dresser Pork, sir"--"Pork, sir, I detest, sir"--"Lobsters?"
49684	You miss some well remembered face The merry rout among?
49684	You''re altogether off your feed, Your laughing looks have fled,-- Perhaps some little faithful friend Has punch''d your little head?
49684	[ Illustration: 0064][ Illustration: 5065] AH, WHO?
49684	[ Illustration: 0084] Then-- but why should I confide you, what you know as well as I do?
49684	[ Illustration: 0170] Who has n''t heard of the infant squall?
49684	[ Illustration: 9068] UNCH, sir?
49684	[ Illustration: 9097] DO you wish that your face should be fair?
49684	[ Illustration: 9132] ID you never hear a rustling, In the comer of your room; When the faint fantastic fire- light Served but to reveal the gloom?
49684	[ Illustration: 9160] AS any one read the great lunacy case?
49684	_ Can_ the soul rejoice in kitton?
49684	a sister''s smile?
49684	dear, now what can it be?
49684	hast thou found my treasure,-- Hast thou seen my vanish''d Fair?
49684	thou answ''rest nothing, And my senseless anger dies; Who would look for"speculation"In a boil''d potato''s eyes?
49684	too late, too late, She is gone, you may safely swear; She has given you the slip, d''you hear?
49684	too soon misplaced!-- Why is it that parental taste On sagest calculation based So rarely pleases Miss?
49684	who will over the Downs with me?"
49684	wretched girl, What horror do I see?
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?