Index of First Lines 975 PAGE 'Twas a pretty little maiden 'Twas on a lofty vase's side. 161 120 869 482 469 437 446 497 557 'Twas on a windy night.... 'Twas on the shores that round our coast. 'Twas raw, and chill, and cold outside.. 'Twas whispered in heaven, 'twas muttered in hell.. Two gentlemen their appetite had fed.. Two old Bachelors were living in one house. 214 632 98 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.. Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand. Two webfoot brothers loved a fair.. Two Yankee wags, one summer day. Tying her bonnet under her chin. Uncle Simon he... Upon a rock, yet uncreate. Upon an island, all alone.. Upon ane stormy Sunday.. Upon the poop the captain stands. Wake! for the Hack scatter into flight. Wal, no! I can't tell whar he lives. We climbed to the top of Goat Point hill. We rode the tawny Texan hills We seek to know, and knowing seek. 463 We were crowded in the cabin.. 492 We've lived for forty years, dear wife. 246 30 Werther had a love for Charlotte.. 140 What asks the Bard? He prays for nought.. 320 What, he on whom our voices unanimously ran. 286 What is Earth, sexton-A place to dig graves. 810 What is the matter with Grandpapa?... 950 What lightning shall light it? What thunder shall tell it?. "What other men have dared, I dare." What will we do when the good days come.. 109 353 363 710 311 418 623 366 When good King Arthur ruled the land. When Mary Ann Dollinger got the skule daown thar on Injun When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock 34 852 When the little armadillo... 336 When they heard the Captain humming and beheld the dancing crew.... 615 Which is of greater value, prythee, say.. When you slice a Georgy melon you mus' know what you is at 73 950 84 113 402 Who, or why, oh which, or what. 708 "Who stuffed that white owl?" No one spoke in the shop.... 309 1. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour?. 783 Why do you wear your hair like a man. Wisely a woman prefers to a lover a man who neglects her. 247 With chocolate-cream that you buy in the cake. Ye may tramp the world over. Years-years ago-ere yet my dreams. 717 171 Yes, write if you want to-there's nothing like trying. 36 906 485 "You are old, Father William," the young man said. 531 362 782 137 You may notch it on the palin's as a mighty resky plan. You prefer a buffoon to a scholar.... "You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, who stood.. 133 "You must give back," her mother said. You see this pebble-stone? It's a thing I bought. You Wi'yum, sir, dis minute. Wut dat you got. You wrote a line too much, my sage.... Young Ben he was a nice young man. Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn. Your poem must eternal be.. Zack Bumstead useter flosserfize. |