Edward Lear Poems
- How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, ...
- There Was An Old Man In A Tree There was an Old Man in a ...
- The Owl And The Pussy-Cat The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to ...
- The Jumblies They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a ...
- The Pobble Who Has No Toes The Pobble who has no toes Had ...
- There Was An Old Man With A Be...
- There Was An Old Man Of Calcut...
Edward Lear was an English artist, illustrator, author, and poet, renowned today primarily for his literary nonsense, in poetry and prose, and especially his limericks, a form that he popularised.
Lear was born into a middle-class family in the village of Holloway, the 21st child of Ann and Jeremiah Lear. He was raised by his eldest sister, also named Ann, 21 years his senior. Ann doted on Lear and continued to mother him until her death, when Lear was almost 50 years of age. Due to the family's failing financial fortune, at age four he and his sister had to leave the family home and set up house together.
Lear suffered from health problems. From ... more »
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How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.
His mind is concrete and fastidious,
His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
His beard it resembles a wig.
He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
(Leastways if you reckon two thumbs);
He used to be one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.
He sits in a beautiful parlour,
With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of marsala, ...