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Good Comedies are such rare productions, that notwithstanding the wealth of our literature in the Comic element, it would not occupy us long to run over the English list. If they are brought to the test I shall propose, very reputable Comedies will be found unworthy of their station, like the ladies of Arthur’s Court when they were reduced to the ordeal of the mantle. There are plain reasons why the Comic poet is not a frequent apparition; and why the great Comic poet remains without a fellow. A society of cultivated men and women is required, wherein ideas are current and the perceptions quick, that he may be supplied with matter and an audience. |
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A humorous book of verses. The American humorist was the author of over 50 humorous books of light verse and prose. This humor prose depicts the happy days. |
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This is a humor book. After twelve months of agreeable toil, made easy by unprecedented success, the period has at length arrived when your high mightinesses will be able to indulge your voracious appetites by feeding and fattening on the work of death. Already does my prophetic spirit picture to itself the black cloud of cormorants, swelling and puffing in the fulness of their editorial pride, at the huge eccentric volume which has thus thrust itself into extensive circulation without the usual cringings and cravings to the pick fault tribe. Let me have good proof of your greediness to devour my labours, and I will dish up such a meal for you in my next volume, as shall go nigh to produce extermination by surfeit. One favour, alone, I crave—give me abuse enough; let no squeamish pretences of respect for my bookseller, or disguised qualms of apprehension for your own sacred persons, deter the natural inclination of your hearts. The slightest deviation from your usual course to independent writers—or one step towards commendation from your gang, might induce the public to believe I had abandoned my character, and become one of your honourable fraternity-the very suspicion of which would (to me) produce irretrievable ruin. |
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On présente en forme d'énigme ce jeu de lettres:--Je suis capitaine de vingt-quatre soldats; sans moi Paris serait pris. On comprend que ce capitaine est la lettre a. |
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It is a presentation of the lighter side of law, as it is exhibited from time to time in the witty remarks. |
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"Swingin Round the Cirkle" is a humor book by David Ross Locke, an American journalist and early political commentator during and after the American Civil War. |
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A Character of the prefent Set of Wits in this Ifland. A Panegyrical Effay upon the Number Three. A Differtation upon the principal productions of Grub-ftree. Lectures upon the Diffection of Human Nature. A Panegyrick upon the World. An Analytical Difcourfe upon Zeal, Hiftori-theophyfi-logically confidered. A general Hiftory of Ears. A modeft Defence of the Proceedings of the Rabble in all Ages. A Defcription of the Kingdom of Abfurdities. A Voyage into England, by a Perfon of Quality in Terra Auftralis incognita, tranflated from the Original. A Critical Effay upon the Art of Canting, Philofophically, Phyfically, and Mufically confidered |
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It's a short collection of poems about mythological creatures. Poems about mythological beasts in an alphabet structure. The poems also contain humor. |
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This the 8th volume of classic book by Dante about his visit to hell, purgatory and paradise, where he meets people he knew. |
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It is a melody book. Hillarious, fantastic poems that I enjoyed reading to my two sons when they were little. Now I'd like to read them for anyone's children to enjoy listening to. |
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A man thinks that by marrying a woman he proves he loves her, and that therefore nothing more need ever be said about it. The average man looks on matrimony as a hitching post where he can tie a woman and leave her until he comes home nights. There is nothing so uninteresting to a a man as a contentedly married woman. A man's sweethearts are like his cigars; he has many of each of them, loves each one as tenderly as the preceding, and appreciates each according to its expensiveness. |
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It is a poetry book. A nonsense song is a type of song written in fun using nonsense syllables at least in the chorus. Such a song generally has a simple melody and a quick (or fairly quick) tempo. The roots of this song type can be traced as far back as 'Shoo, Fly, Don't Bother Me' and 'Jimmy Crack Corn' to the 1890s 'Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay'. This last was a kind of can-can with an obvious accent on the 'boom'. Mostly it was a way of letting off steam. |
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I turned into it, and soon saw beyond the rough coast the blue ring of the ocean-- vast, silent, and splendid in the sunshine. I found a seat on the ruins of an old stone-wall, among some tangled bushes and briers. There being no Aunt Eliza to pull through the surf, and no animated bathers near, I discovered the beauty of the sea, and that I loved it. Presently I heard the steps of a horse, and, to my astonishment, Mr. Uxbridge rode past. I was glad he did not know me. I watched him as he rode slowly down the road, deep in thought. He let drop the bridle, and the horse stopped, as if accustomed to the circumstance, and pawed the ground gently, or yawed his neck for pastime. Mr. Uxbridge folded his arms and raised his head to look seaward. It seemed to me as if he were about to address the jury. I had dropped so entirely from my observance of the landscape that I jumped when he resumed the bridle and turned his horse to come back. |