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Ogden Nash Poems
- A Word To Husbands To keep your marriage brimming With love ...
- Always Marry An April Girl Praise the spells and bless the ...
- Adventures Of Isabel Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, ...
- Fleas
- A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirt... Unwillingly Miranda wakes, ...
- Common Cold Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not ...
- Celery
Born Frederick Ogden Nash on August 19, 1902 in Rye, New York.
An ancestor, General Francis Nash, gave his name to Nashville, Tennessee.
Raised in Rye, New York and Savannah, Georgia. Educated at St. George's School in Rhode Island and, briefly, Harvard University.
Started work writing advertising copy for Doubleday, Page Publishing, New York, in 1925.
Published first book for children, The Cricket of Caradon in 1925.
First published poem Spring Comes to Murray Hill appears in New Yorker magazine in 1930.
Joins staff at New Yorker in 1932.
Married Frances Rider Leonard on June 6, 1933. ... more »
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''I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.''
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.''
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.''
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.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Dog's Best Friend Is his Illiteracy, The Private Dining Room (1953).
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''I do not like to get the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Everybody Tells Me Everything, The Face Is Familiar (1940).
A Word To Husbands
To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.
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From _Many Long Years Ago: _
THE PARTY
Come Arabella, fetch the cake,
On a dish with silver handles.
Oh mercy! Feel the table shake!
Lucinda, light the candles.
For Mr. Migg is thir-ty,
Is thir- ty,
Is thir- -ty.
The years are crawling over him
Like wee red ants.
Oh, three times ten is thir-ty,
Is for- ty,
Is fif- -ty.
The further off from England
The nearer is to France.
The little flames they bob and jig,
The dining hall is breezy.
Quick! puff your candles, Mr. Migg,
The little flames die easy.
For Mr. Migg is for-ty,
Is for- ty,
Is for- -ty.
The years are crawling over him
Like wee red ants.
Oh, four times ten is for-ty,
Is fif- ty,
Is six- -ty,
And creeping through the icing,
The other years advance.
Why Arabella, here's a ring!
Lucinda, here's a thimble!
For Mr. Migg there's not a thing-
'Tis not, I trust, a symbol!
For Mr. Migg is fif-ty,
Is fif- ty,
Is fif- -ty.
The years are crawling over him
Like wee red ants.
Oh, five times ten is fif-ty,
Is six- ty,
Is seven- -ty.
Lucinda, put the cake away.
We're going to the dance.
For years snippets of a Nash poem come to my mind near my birthday: The years are crawling over us like wee red ants. Put away the cake Miranda, we're all going to dance! I have googled this repeatedly from year to year, with no success. Please help! I know I read it in a Public Speaking class in high school, about 1963. Redding, California.
I've been hunting down the parody that the honorable Mr.Nash did on Poe's The Raven. I tried several times to perform it during a public speaking course and never could make it all the way through without cracking up myself along with the class.
His bit about a pelican is my all time favorite. I abhor people who try to blandly try to SAY limericks instead of performing them as they should be.
I'd love to find his Raven. It was in my English textbook which, sadly for me, I lost a few decades ago.
Amazing poet! Truly a classic poet who can use words to his advantage
Ogden is an awesome poet! He shows so much color and light! Some poems are funny, and silly I love them! ! ! !
Allison
ogden nash is an osum poet...! ! i just luv his poemzz...my most fav. poem is the muddlehead.....! ! ! srsly a classic poem he is.....! ! ! ! ..[3[3
To Ogden Nash My Mentore-
Your rhymes were so geniously simplistly eloquent.
Better than anything before you came, or since you wuent.
They gave new meaning to the word ‘intent’.
I often wonder as I ponder –
If Ogden Nash had lived to be a hundred and ninety-three
the world of poetry would certainly have been blessed
with a masterfully myriadical montage
of wittirhymes and verseilines and perponderings in excessed!
(and he wouldn’t be dead yet either)
''A classic poet! ''
Mr.Nash delivers quite nicely
making use of comedy and also being a bit ice-y
He puts it down bluntly
and some poems are quite stunt-ly
I liked couple of poems of Mr Nash which i read.