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Ogden Nash
(1902 - 1971 / New York / United States)
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"I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes," I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
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"One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes, I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
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"Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes," I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
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"A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Dog's Best Friend Is his Illiteracy, The Private Dining Room (1953).
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"The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forehead." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Adventures of Isabel (l. 23-24). . .
Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
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"Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Adventures of Isabel (l. 7-10). . .
Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
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"The witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Adventures of Isabel (l. 13-14). . .
Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
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"How easy for those who do not bulge
To not overindulge!" |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Necessary Dirge, I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
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"The further through life I drift
The more obvious it becomes that I am lacking in thrift." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Penny Saved Is Impossible," Good Intentions (1942).
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"Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave/When they think that their children are naive." |
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Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Baby, What Makes the Sky Blue?
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