Richard Harris Barham
Richard Harris Barham Poems
|2.||The Hand Of Glory, : The Nurse's Story||1/1/2004|
|4.||A Lay Of St. Nicholas||1/1/2004|
|5.||Execution, The : A Sporting Anecdote Hon. Mr. Sucklethumbkin's Story||1/1/2004|
|7.||Some Account Of A New Play||1/1/2004|
|8.||A Lay Of St. Gengulphus||1/1/2004|
|9.||Mr. Barney Maguire's Account Of The Coronation||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Two Mp's||1/1/2004|
|11.||The Lay Of St. Odille||1/1/2004|
|12.||Jackaw Of Rheims, The||12/31/2002|
|14.||'Look At The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid's Story||1/1/2004|
|16.||The Bagman's Dog, : Mr. Peters's Story||1/1/2004|
|17.||Ode On A Nearer Prospect Of Summer Hill||1/1/2004|
|18.||The Jackaw Of Rheims||5/8/2001|
|19.||The Merchant Of Venice,: A Legend Of Italy||1/1/2004|
|20.||The Witch's Frolic||1/1/2004|
Comments about Richard Harris Barham
Oh! the balloon, the great balloon!
It left Vauxhall one Monday at noon,
And every one said we should hear of it soon
With news from Aleppo or Scanderoon.
But very soon after, folks changed their tune:
'The netting had burst -- the silk -- the shalloon;
It had met with a trade-wind -- a deuced monsoon --
It was blown out to sea -- it was blown to the moon --
They ought to have put off their journey till June;
Sure none but a donkey, a goose, or baboon,
Would go up, in November, in any balloon!'
Then they talk'd about Green --' Oh! where's Mister ...
The Witch's Frolic
[Scene, the 'Snuggery' at Tappington.-- Grandpapa in a high-backed cane-bottomed elbow-chair of carved walnut-tree, dozing; his nose at an angle of forty-five degrees,--his thumbs slowly perform the rotatory motion described by lexicographers as 'twiddling.'--The 'Hope of the family' astride on a walking-stick, with burnt-cork mustachios, and a pheasant's tail pinned in his cap, solaceth himself with martial music.-- Roused by a strain of surpassing dissonance, Grandpapa Loquitur. ]