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Edward Lear (12 May 1812 – 29 January
1888) was an English artist, illustrator, author, and poet,
renowned today mainly for his literary nonsense, in poetry and
prose, and especially his limericks . . . read and enjoy (then
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DINGLE BANK by Edward Lear
He lived at Dingle Bank—he did;— He lived at Dingle bank; And in his garden was one Quail, Four tulips, and a Tank; And from his windows he could see The otion and the River Dee.
His house stood on a Cliff, — it did, In aspic it was cool; And many thousand little boys Resorted to his school, Where if of progress they could boast He gave them heaps of buttered toast.
But he grew rabid-wroth, he did, If they neglected books, And dragged them to adjacent cliffs With beastly Button Hooks, And there with fatuous glee he threw Them down into the otion blue.
And in the sea they swam, they did,— All playfully about, And some eventually became Sponges, or speckled trout;— But Liverpool doth all bewail Their Fate;—likewise his Garden Quail. |