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• A Recipe

  From Punch’s Poetical Cookery Book
  Roasted Sucking-Pig
  AIR.—“Scots wha hae.” …

  Anonymous

• A Recipe for Salad

  To make this condiment your poet begs
  The pounded yellow of two hard boiled eggs;
  Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen sieve, …

  Sydney Smith

• Ode to Tobacco

  Thou who, when fears attack,
  Bid’st them avaunt, and Black
  Care, at the horseman’s back …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• A Farewell to Tobacco

  MAY the Babylonish curse
  Straight confound my stammering verse,
  If I can a passage see …

  Charles Lamb

• Too Great a Sacrifice

  The Maid, as by the papers doth appear,
  Whom fifty thousand dollars made so dear,
  To test Lothario’s passion, simply said: …

  Anonymous

• From “Love Sonnets of a Hoodlum”

  Prologue
  WOULDN’T it jar you, wouldn’t it make you sore
  To see the poet, when the goods play out, …

  Wallace Irwin

• A Saddened Tramp

  “now unto yonder wood-pile go,
  Where toil till I return;
  And feel how proud a thing it is …

  Anonymous

• The Modern House That Jack Built

  Behold the mansion reared by dædal Jack.
  See the malt, stored in many a plethoric sack,
  In the proud cirque of Ivan’s bivouac. …

  Anonymous

• The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder

  Friend of Humanity
  NEEDY 1 knife-grinder! whither are you going?
  Rough is the road; your wheel is out of order. …

  George Canning

• Deborah Lee

  ’t IS 1 a dozen or so of years ago,
  Somewhere in the West countree,
  That a nice girl lived, as ye Hoosiers know …

  William H. Burleigh

• The Cock and the Bull

  YOU 1 see this pebble-stone? It ’s a thing I bought
  Of a bit of a chit of a boy i’ the mid o’ the day—
  I like to dock the smaller parts-o’-speech, …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• The Auld Wife

  The AULD 1 wife sat at her ivied door,
  (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
  A thing she had frequently done before; …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• Lovers, and a Reflection

  IN 1 moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter
  (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;
  Meaning, however, is no great matter) …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• Nephelidia

  From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine,
  Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag-flower that flickers with fear of the flies as they float,
  Are they looks of our lovers that lustrously lean from a marvel of mystic miraculous moonshine, …

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

• The Arab

  ON, on, my brown Arab, away, away!
  Thou hast trotted o’er many a mile to-day,
  And I trow right meagre hath been thy fare …

  Charles Stuart Calverley

• The Modern Hiawatha

  He killed the noble Mudjokivis.
  Of the skin he made him mittens,
  Made them with the fur side inside, …

  Anonymous

• Poems Received in Response to an Advertised Call for a National Anthem

  National Anthem
  By H. W. L——, of Cambridge
  BACK in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, was monarch …

  Robert Henry Newell

• Belagcholly Days

  Chilly Dovebber with its boadigg blast
  Dow cubs add strips the beddow add the lawd,
  Eved October’s suddy days are past— …

  Anonymous

• To My Nose

  Knows he that never took a pinch,
  Nosey, the pleasure thence which flows?
  Knows he the titillating joys …

  Alfred Henry Forrester

• Lapsus Calami

  To R. K.
  WILL there never come a season
  Which shall rid us from the curse …

  James Kenneth Stephen

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