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The Humorous Poetry of the English Language; from Chaucer to Saxe by Parton, James, 1822-1891

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The Humorous Poetry Of The English Language, From Chaucer To Saxe. With Notes, Explanatory And Biographical, By James Parton. Preface.

Index. Miscellaneous. Subject. Author. Narrative.

Enigmatic. List Of Sources List Of Illustrations. Miscellaneous.

To Chloe. To A Fly,

Address To The Toothache.

Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos. Byron.

Venus Of The Needle. William Allingham. Narrative

The Jewess And Her Son A Story.

Part I. Part Ii.

Lay Of The Naiads.

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The Petit Maitre, And The Man On The Wheel

Moral. Story The Second.

Epitaph On Holy Willie

R.f. Third Letter.

Canto The First. Courtship. Canto The Second. Matrimony.

The Presbyters To Palmerston. Palmerston To The Presbyters.

Parodies And Burlesques

Baucis And Philemon.

I. Delia At Play. Ii. The Poet Proves The Existence Of A Soul From His Love For Delia.

Iii. I. The Poet Relates How He Obtained Delia's Pocket-handkerchief. Ii. The Poet Expatiates On The Beauty Of Delia's Hair

Iii. The Poet Relates How He Stole A Lock Of Delia S Hair, And Her Anger.

Grand Chorus: Good-night. Ii. A Parental Ode To My Son, Aged Three Years And Five Months.

Iii. A Serenade.

Enter Blind Vocalist.

Friend Of Self-government. Cab-driver.

Friend Of Self-government.

I. Ii. Om My Refusing Angelina A Kiss Under The Mistletoe Iii.

I. Paris And Helen.

Ii. Tarquin And The Augur.

Moral. Epigrammatic Epigrams Of Ben Jonson. To Fine Grand.

The Cudgeled Husband. On Seeing Verses Written Upon Windows At Inns On The Church's Danger. On One Delacourt's Complimenting Carthy On His Poetry. On A Usurer.

The Place Of The Damned. The Day Of Judgment. Epigrams By Thomas Sheridan. On A Caricature. On Dean Swift's Proposed Hospital For Lunatics

Epigrams Of Peter Pindar. Edmund Burke's Attack On Warren Hastings On The Conclusion Of His Odes The Lex Talionis Upon Benjamin West

On A Tuet-hunter. The Kiss. Epitaph On A Well-known Poet-(robert Southey.) The Rabbinical Origin Of Women.

A Gentle Echo On Woman.

Affecting Copy Of Verses (with Notes).

"her End Was Pieces."

A Sunnit To The Big Ox. Enigmatic Riddles By Matthew Prior. Two Riddles.

Enigma. Another. A Maypole. On The Moon.

On Ink. On A Circle. On A Pen. A Fan.

On A Cannon. On The Five Senses. On Snow. On A Candle.

On A Corkscrew. An Echo. On The Vowels. On A Pair Of Dice. On A Shadow In A Glass.

On Time. Catalogue Of Sources

Off we set--and, though 'faith, dear, I hardly knew whether My head or my heels were the uppermost then, For 't was like heaven and earth, Dolly, coming together-- Yet, spite of the danger, we dared it again. And oh! as I gazed on the features and air Of the man, who for me all this peril defied, I could fancy almost he and I were a pair Of unhappy young lovers, who thus, side by side, Were taking, instead of rope, pistol, or dagger, a Desperate dash down the falls of Niagara!

This achiev'd, through the gardens we saunter'd about, Saw the fire-works, exclaim'd "magnifique!" at each cracker And, when 't was all o'er, the dear man saw us out With the air, I WILL say, of a prince, to our fiacre. Now, hear me--this stranger--it may be mere folly-- But WHO do you think we all think it is, Dolly? Why, bless you, no less than the great King of Prussia, Who's here now incog.--he, who made such a fuss, you Remember, in London, with Blucher and Platoff, When Sal was near kissing old Blucher's cravat off! Pa says he's come here to look after his money (Not taking things now as he used under Boney), Which suits with our friend, for Bob saw him, he swore, Looking sharp to the silver received at the door. Besides, too, they say that his grief for his Queen (Which was plain in this sweet fellow's face to be seen) Requires such a stimulant dose as this car is, Used three times a day with young ladies in Paris. Some Doctor, indeed, has declared that such grief Should--unless 't would to utter despairing its folly push-- Fly to the Beaujon, and there seek relief By rattling, as Bob says, "like shot through a holly-bush."

I must now bid adieu--only think, Dolly, think If this SHOULD be the King--I have scarce slept a wink With imagining how it will sound in the papers, And how all the Misses my good luck will grudge, When they read that Count Buppin, to drive away vapors, Has gone down the Beaujon with Miss Biddy Fudge.

Nota Bene.--Papa's almost certain 'tis he-- For he knows the L*git**ate cut, and could see, In the way he went poising, and managed to tower So erect in the car, the true Balance of Power.

SECOND LETTER.