Edward Lear

(12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888 / London / England)

Edward Lear Poems

1. There Was An Old Person Of Nice 1/1/2004
2. There Was An Old Man With A Beard 1/3/2003
3. There Was An Old Man On The Border 1/1/2004
4. There Was An Old Man Of Thermopylae 1/3/2003
5. There Was An Old Man Of New York 1/1/2004
6. There Was An Old Man Of Calcutta 1/3/2003
7. There Was An Old Man In A Tree 1/3/2003
8. There Was An Old Lady Whose Folly 1/3/2003
9. There Was A Young Lady Whose Eyes 1/1/2004
10. The Two Old Bachelors 4/14/2010
11. The Table And The Chair 4/14/2010
12. The Quangle Wangle's Hat 1/1/2004
13. The Pobble Who Has No Toes 1/3/2003
14. The Pelican Chorus 4/14/2010
15. The Owl And The Pussy-Cat 1/3/2003
16. The Nutcrackers And The Sugar-Tongs 4/14/2010
17. The New Vestments 4/14/2010
18. The Jumblies 1/3/2003
19. The Duck And The Kangaroo 4/14/2010
20. The Dong With A Luminous Nose 1/3/2003
21. The Daddy Long-Legs And The Fly 4/14/2010
22. The Cummerbund: An Indian Poem 4/14/2010
23. The Courtship Of The Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo 1/3/2003
24. The Broom, The Shovel, The Poker And The Tongs 4/14/2010
25. The Akond Of Swat 1/3/2003
26. Teapots And Quails 4/14/2010
27. Parody Of Tennyson'sto Edward Lear On His Travels In Greece 4/14/2010
28. Nonsense Alphabet 4/14/2010
29. Mrs Jaypher 4/14/2010
30. Mr. And Mrs.Spikky Sparrow 4/14/2010
31. Mr And Mrs Discobbolos 4/14/2010
32. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Tartary 4/14/2010
33. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Sparta 4/14/2010
34. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Spain 4/14/2010
35. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Ewell 4/14/2010
36. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Ems 4/14/2010
37. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Chester 4/14/2010
38. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Cheadle 4/14/2010
39. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Burton 4/14/2010
40. Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Berlin 4/14/2010
Best Poem of Edward Lear

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, ...

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The Akond Of Swat

Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT?

Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or a chair,
        or SQUAT,
    The Akond of Swat?

Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,

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