Tag: humour
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Untitled by Anonymous as Reported by X.Y.
Niagara Falls are a wonderful scene, Regularly calculated to make the mind serene ; With their mighty dash and tremendous spray, They roll and they roll, repeatedly every day !” ********************************************** These Falls have never been congealed completely, In this, weak men are agreed, neatly! Source: X. Y. “Poetry of Young America.” The Massachusetts Teacher…
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The Trollopiad [excerpt] by F.W. Shelton
[….] Arriv‘d, at last, Niagara to scan, He walks erect and feels himself a man ; Surveys the cataract with a “critic‘s eye,” Resolv‘d to pass no “imperfections by.” Niag‘ra , wonder of the Deity. Where God’s own spirit reigns in majesty. With sullen roar the foaming billows sweep, A world of waters thunders o‘er the steep : The unmingled colours laugh upon the spray, And one eternal rainbow gilds the day. Oh ! glorious God ! Oh ! scene surpassing all ! “True, true,” quoth he , “‘tis something of a fall.” [….] Source: F.W. Shelton. The Trollopiad; or, Travelling gentlemen in America: a satire. New York: C. Shephard, 1837 [Shelton originally published with the author pseudonym Nil Admirari, Esq.]
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Ode to Niagara by Lansing V. Hall
MAJESTIC river, full of awe and wonder, Roll onward in thy might, and roar like thunder ; Bring from the upper lakes where the waters nap, Thy burthens to this brink, and let ‘ em drap. Roll onward in thy wrath, and foam and spatter ; My bark is on dry land—that’s what’s the matter.…
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Before Explorers and Pioneers by Betty Beam
Before explorers and pioneers came, Indians gave Niagara its name. For, sound and sight displayed Left each viewer dismayed— Now power and beauty parent world fame. Source: Laroque, Corey. Here’s What the Poets are Saying. Niagara Falls, Ont.: Niagara Falls Review, November 21, 2009 This limerick was entered into the So You Think You Can Rhyme (2009) Limerick Contest to…
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Untitled by Capting Ralph Stackpole
‘Tis did—my braggin’ days is o’er, I’ll brag of old SALT* now no more. The look of pride which once I wore Is gone, alas! my heart are tore ; The proud, firm footstep, mine of yore Are gone now, too, gone ; my eyes is sore, And little scaldin’ tears does pour, When I does think that old SALT’S roar, Was made…