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Title: Rhyme? and reason?
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898 Frost, A. B. (Arthur Burdett), 1851-1928 Holiday, Henry, 1839-1927
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Publisher: London : Macmillan and co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ck : And, entering with unsteady pace, Receives a buffet in the face That lands him on his back : And feels himself, like one in sleep, Glide swiftly down again,A helpless weight, from steep to steep,Till, with a headlong giddy sweep, He drops upon the plain— So I, that had resolved to bringConviction to a ghost, And found it quite a different tilingFrom any human arguing, Yet dared not quit my post 46 PHANTASMAGORIA. But, keeping still the end in view To which I hoped to come,I strove to prove the matter trueBy putting everything I knewInto an axiom : Commencing every single phraseWith therefore or because, I blindly reeled, a hundred ways, About the syllogistic maze, Unconscious where I was. Quoth he Thats regular clap-trap:Dont bluster any more. Now do be cool and take a nap ! Such a ridiculous old chapWas never seen before ! You re like a man I used to meet,Who got one day so furiousIn arguing, the simple heatScorched both his slippers off his feet ! I said That s very curious !
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scotched both his slippers off his feet 4 8 PHA NT AS MA GORIA. 11 Well, it is curious, I agree, And sounds perhaps like fibs :But still its true as true can be-As sure as your name \s Tibbs, said he.I said My names not Tibbs. u Not Tibbs! he cried- his tone became A shade or two less hearty—Why, no, said I. My proper nameIs Tibbets— Tibbets ? Ave, the same.Why, then youre not the tarty! With that he struck the board a blow-That shivered half the glasses. Why couldnt you have told me so Three quarters of an hour ago,You prince of all the asses ? To wralk four miles through mud and rain,To spend the night in smoking. And then to find that its in vain— And I ve to do it all again—Its really too provoking ! D YSCOMFYTURE. 49

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