There is strength in proving that it can be borne

There is strength in proving that it can be borne

Although it tear —

What are the sinews of such cordage for

Except to bear

The ship might be of satin had it not to fight —

To walk on seas requires cedar Feet

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Poet:
There was a young lady in blue

 * * *


 There was a young lady in blue,

 Who said, 'Is it you, Is it you?'

 When they said, 'Yes, it is,' --

 She replied only, 'Whizz!'

 That ungracious young lady in blue.

 

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Poet:
There was a young lady in white

 * * *


 There was a young lady in white,

 Who looked out at the depths of the night;

 But the birds of the air,

 Filled her heart with despair,

 And oppressed that young lady in white.

 
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Poet:
There was a Young Lady of Clare

 * * *


There was a Young Lady of Clare,

Who was sadly pursued by a bear;

When she found she was tired,

She abruptly expired,

That unfortunate Lady of Clare.


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Poet:
There was a Young Lady of Dorking



 * * *


There was a Young Lady of Dorking,

Who bought a large bonnet for walking;

       But its color and size

       So bedazzled her eyes,

That she very soon went back to Dorking.

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Poet:
There was a Young Lady of Hull

 * * *


 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?'

 Which distracted that virulent bull.


 ...

Poet:
There was a Young Lady of Norway

* * *


There was a Young Lady of Norway,

Who casually sat on a doorway;

       When the door squeezed her flat,

       She exclaimed...

Poet:
There was a Young Lady of Parma

 * * *


There was a Young Lady of Parma,

Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer;

When they said, 'Are you dumb?'

She merely said, 'Hum!'

That provoking Young Lady of Parma.


 <Publ. 1846...

Poet:
There was a Young Lady of Portugal

 * * *


There was a Young Lady of Portugal,

Whose ideas were excessively nautical:

      She climbed up a tree,

      To examine the sea,

But declared she would never leave Portugal.


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Poet:
There was a Young Lady of Russia

 * * *


 There was a Young Lady of Russia,

 Who screamed so that no one could hush her;

 Her screams were extreme,

 No one heard such a scream,

 As was screamed by that lady of Russia.


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Poet: