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A Clerk ther was of Cauntebrigge also Skeat 327

A diagnosis of our hist'ry proves Newell 334

A dingy donkey, formal and unchanged Frere 92

Alack! 'tis melancholy theme to think Hood 229

And this reft house is that the which he built Coleridge 143

Art thou beautiful, O my daughter, as the budding rose of April Calverley 298

As manager of horses Mr. Merryman is H. Smith 76

As o'er the hill we roam'd at will Calverley 296

As sea-foam blown of the winds, as blossom of brine that is drifted Bunner 365

A strange vibration from the cottage window Bayard Taylor 284

A sweet, acidulous, down-reaching thrill Bayard Taylor 274

At home alone, O Nomades Bunner 368

Away, fond dupes! who, smit with sacred lore H. Smith 54

Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, was monarch Newell 334

Balmy Zephyrs, lightly flitting H. Smith 29

Beautiful Soup, so rich and green Dodgson 322

Behold the flag! Is it not a flag Newell 335

Birthdays? Yes, in a general way Stephen 376

Brown o' San Juan Bret Harte 367

By myself walking Lamb 153

Cabbages! bright green cabbages Thackeray 242

Can there be a moon in heaven to-night Hogg 120

Choose judiciously thy friends; for to discard them is undesirable Calverley 299

Come, give us more Livings and Rectors Moore 155

Come hither, my heart's darling Aytoun 254

Come, little Drummer Boy, lay down your knapsack here Canning and Frere 93

Comrades, you may pass the rosy. With permission of the chair Martin 258

Dear Jack, this white mug that with Guinness I fill, Thackeray 245

Fare-tinted cheeks, clear eyelids drawn Bayard Taylor 278

Farewell, farewell, to my mother's own daughter Hood 241

Fhairshon swore a feud Aytoun 250

Fill me once more the foaming pewter up Aytoun 252

Fine merry franions Lamb 151

Fish have their times to bite Unknown 387

For one long term, or e'er her trial came Canning and Frere 93

From his shoulder Hiawatha Dodgson 310

From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn Swinburne 340

George Barnwell stood at the shop-door J. Smith 73

Getting his pictures, like his supper, cheap Rossetti 290

Go, boy, and thy good mistress tell J. Smith 70

Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work H. Smith 1

Hang thee, vile North-Easter Unknown 388

He is to weet a melancholy carle Keats 216

He lived amidst th' untrodden ways H. Coleridge 218

He must be holpen; yet how help shall I Bayard Taylor 280

Hence, loath'd vulgarity Twiss 167

Here, where old Nankin glitters Lang 355

Home! at the word, what blissful visions rise Bunner 369

How doth the little crocodile Dodgson 308

How troublesome is day Peacock 160

I am a blessed Glendoveer J. Smith 21

I am tenant of nine feet by four Twiss 171

I am two brothers with one face Rossetti 290

I, Angelo, obese, black-garmented Bayard Taylor 276

I count it true which sages teach T. Hood, jun. 324

If ever chance or choice thy footsteps lead Hogg 110

If life were never bitter Collins 286

If the wild bowler thinks he bowls, Lang 355

I have found out a gift for my fair Bret Harte 342

I loiter down by thorp and town Calverley 297

I marvelled why a simple child Leigh 329

I'm a shrimp! I'm a shrimp, of diminutive size Brough 289

In a bowl to sea went wise men three Peacock 157

In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter Calverley 304

In those old days which poets say were golden Calverley 293

In vale of Thirlemere, once on a time Hogg 123

It is an auncient Waggonere Maginn 208

It is the thirty-first of March Reynolds 219

It was many and many a year ago Murray 384

I've stood in Margate, on a bridge of size Barham 176

I was a timid little antelope Thackeray 245

I would I were that portly gentleman Southey 145

King Arthur, growing very tired indeed Collins 287

Ladies and Gentlemen, As it is now the universally admitted J. Smith 61

Lady Clara Vere de Vere T. Hood, jun. 324

Lazy-bones, Lazy-bones, wake up, and peep Lamb 154

Let us begin and portion out these sweets Unknown 390

Little Cupid one day on a sunbeam was floating Peacock 163

Long by the willow-trees Thackeray 243

Look in my face. My name is Used-to-was Traill 352

Love spake to me and said Lang 353

Lo! where the gaily vestur'd throng Fanshawe 87

Maud Muller, all that summer day Bret Harte 343

Mine is a house at Notting Hill Unknown 386

More luck to honest poverty Brooks 256

Most thinking People, When persons address an audience J. Smith 15

Mr. Jack, your address, says the Prompter to me J. Smith 52

My brother Jack was nine in May J. Smith 4

My native land, thy Puritanic stock Newell 334

My palate is parched with Pierian thirst H. Smith 46

My pensive Public, wherefore look you sad J. Smith 49

My spirit, in the doorway's pause Swinburne 338

Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going Canning and Frere 95

Not a sous had he got,—not a guinea or note Barham 176

Object belov'd! when day to eve gives place Bradley 272

O cool in the summer is salad Collins 286

Oh! be the day accurst that gave me birth Southey 149

O heard ye never of Wat o' the Cleuch Hogg 109

Oh no! we'll never mention him Barham 178

O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity! Coleridge 142

Once upon an evening weary, shortly after Lord Dundreary Leigh 330

One hue of our flag is taken Newell 333

Our parodies are ended. These our authors Twiss 167

O why should our dull retrospective addresses H. Smith 19

Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd Coleridge 142

Peter Bells, one, two and three Shelley 179

Pure water it plays a good part in Hood 239

Put case I circumvent and kill him: good Traill 348

Rash Painter! canst thou give the ORB OF DAY Southey 144

Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life Calverley 300

Read, read, Woodstock and Waverley Gilfillan 228

Robert Pollok, A.M.! this work of yours Frere 92

Said a poet to a woodlouse—'Thou art certainly my brother' Swinburne 336

St. Stephen's is a stage Twiss 166

Sated with home, of wife, of children tired J. and H. Smith 9

Scarlet spaces of sand and ocean Bayard Taylor 277

See where the K., in sturdy self-reliance Stephen 378

She held a Cup and Ball of ivory white Southey 144

Sir Ralph he is hardy and mickle of might Lang 356

Sir, To the gewgaw fetters of rhyme J. Smith 15

Sobriety, cease to be sober H. Smith 42

Soft little beasts, how pleasantly ye lie Brooks 256

So in the village inn the poet dwelt Murray 383

Some have denied a soul! THEY NEVER LOVED Southey 145

—So the stately bust abode Taylor 266

Source immaterial of material naught Newell 333

Stay your rude steps, or e'er your feet invade Frere, Canning, and Ellis 97

Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times Byron 173

Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed Hilton 363

Study first Propriety: for she is indeed the Polestar Calverley 298

Survey this shield, all bossy bright H. Smith 32

That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Cary 271

That which was organized by the moral ability H. Smith 38

The auld wife sat at her ivied door Calverley 306

The autumn upon us was rushing T. Hood, jun. 323

The burden of hard hitting: slog away Lang 354

The chapel bell, with hollow mournful sound Ellis 81

The clear cool note of the cuckoo which has ousted the legitimate nest-holder Stephen 377

The comb between whose ivory teeth she strains Southey 148

The day is done, and darkness Cary 270

The Gothic looks solemn Keats 217

The last lamp of the alley Maginn 214

The little brown squirrel hops in the corn Newell 335

The mighty spirit, and its power which stains Crabbe 86

The Pacha sat in his divan Maginn 214

The rain had fallen, the Poet arose Murray 382

The rain was raining cheerfully Hilton 358

There, pay it, James! 'tis cheaply earned Traill 347

There is a fever of the spirit Peacock 164

There is a river clear and fair Fanshawe 89

There wase ane katt, and ane gude greye katt Hogg 129

The Scotts, Kerrs, and Murrays, and Deloraines all Peacock 156

The skies they were ashen and sober Bret Harte 344

The sun sinks softly to his evening post Newell 333

Those Evening Bells, those Evening Bells Hood 241

Thou who, when fears attack Calverley 292

'Tis mine! what accents can my joy declare Southey 146

'Tis sweet to view, from half-past five to six J. Smith 66

'Tis the voice of the lobster Dodgson 308

'Twas not the brown of chestnut boughs Bayard Taylor 275

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat Dodgson 308

Two swains or clowns—but call them swains Hood 237

Two voices are there: one is of the deep Stephen 376

Untrue to my Ulric I never could be Thackeray 248

Waitress, with eyes so marvellous black Collins 287

Wake! for the Ruddy Ball has taken flight Thompson 379

Was it not lovely to behold Hogg 118

Wearisome Sonnetteer, feeble and querulous Canning and Frere 94

We met—'twas in a mob—and I thought he had done me Hood 240

We seek to know, and knowing, seek Bradley 273

What stately vision mocks my waking sense H. Smith 7

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view Canning and Ellis 107

When energizing objects men pursue Byron 174

When he whispers, 'O Miss Bailey!' Locker-Lampson 268

When he who adores thee has left but the dregs Maginn 213

When lovely woman wants a favour Cary 271

Where'er there's a thistle to feed a linnet T. Hood, jun. 325

Where the Moosatockmaguntic Bayard Taylor 282

Which I wish to remark Hilton 360

Who has e'er been at Drury must needs know the Stranger J. Smith 72

Whoso answers my questions Bayard Taylor 281

With hands tight clenched through matted hair Dodgson 314

Why do you wear your hair like a man Traill 350

Ye bigot spires, ye Tory towers Stephen 374

Ye kite-flyers of Scotland Peacock 162

Ye Sylphs, who banquet on my Delia's blush Southey 147

Yonder to the kiosk, beside the creek Thackeray 246

'You are old, Father William,' the young man said Dodgson 309

You over there, young man, with the guide-book Bunner 370

Your Fanny was never false-hearted Thackeray 247

You see this pebble-stone? It's a thing I bought Calverley 301

You've all heard of Larry O'Toole Thackeray 242

Zuleikah! The young Agas in the bazaar Thackeray 246

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