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  • I
    Behold, my child, the Nordic man,
    15 lines
  • It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
    That I have loved you rather more than most.
    2 lines, 2 comments
  • To-night in million-voiced London I
    Was lonely as the million-pointed sky
    4 lines
  • When Peter Wanderwide was young
    He wandered everywhere he would:
    41 lines
  • Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light
    Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right!
    4 lines
  • The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
    He has a big head and a very small waist;
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • The tiger, on the other hand,
    Is kittenish and mild,
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • The Scorpion is as black as soot,
    He dearly loves to bite;
    4 lines
  • The Vulture eats between his meals,
    And that's the reason why
    8 lines
  • The Microbe is so very small
    You cannot make him out at all,
    16 lines
  • When I am living in the Midlands
    That are sodden and unkind,
    60 lines
  • As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.
    You will find it exactly the thing:
    14 lines
  • Sally is gone that was so kindly,
    Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill
    15 lines
  • Young Algernon, the Doctor's Son,
    Was playing with a Loaded Gun
    10 lines, 2 comments
  • Because my faltering feet may fail to dare
    The first descendant of the steps of Hell
    14 lines
  • May all my enemies go to hell,
    Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.
    2 lines, 2 comments
  • The Dromedary is a cheerful bird:
    I cannot say the same about the Kurd.
    2 lines
  • Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year
    You wear the morning like your dress
    17 lines
  • Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
    The keys of all the doors of sleep,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Pelagius lived at Kardanoel
    And taught a doctrine there
    47 lines
  • When Jesus Christ was four years old
    The angels brought Him toys of gold,
    10 lines
  • My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
    Come, open the door to us, let us come in.
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Heretics all, whoever you may be,
    In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,
    16 lines
  • I
    Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold
    32 lines
  • To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend,
    To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend
    213 lines
  • Remote and ineffectual Don
    That dared attack my Chesterton,
    59 lines, 1 comment
  • When people call this beast to mind,
    They marvel more and more
    4 lines
  • The Whale that wanders round the Pole
    Is not a table fish.
    12 lines
  • I shoot the Hippopotamus
    With bullets made of platinum,
    4 lines
  • The species Man and Marmozet
    Are intimately linked;
    4 lines
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