Catherine Maria Fanshawe

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Catherine Maria Fanshawe
Catherine Maria Fanshawe (1765 - 1834) was an English poet. The daughter of a Surrey squire, she wrote clever occasional verse. Her best known production is the famous Riddle on the Letter H, beginning "'Twas whispered in heaven, 'twas muttered in hell" often attributed to Lord Byron.

fragment in imitation of wordsworth
There is a river clear and fair,
'Tis neither broad nor narrow;
It winds a little here a... [read poem]
safety first
The Deer don't dine
When a Wolf's about,
And the Porcupine
Sticks his quill-point... [read poem]
strictly germ-proof
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled... [read poem]
the passionate suburbanite to his love
Commute with me, my Love, and be merry;
How vain in the City to dwell
When apple-trees b... [read poem]
our suburb
Our Garden Spot is always bright and pretty
(Of course it's rather soggy when it rains),... [read poem]
sex
Amœbas at the start
Were not complex;
They tore themselves apart
And starte... [read poem]
the traveler
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? --
That anxious railway-guide unraveler
Who spends ... [read poem]
nocturne
The three-toed tree-toad
Sings his sweet ode
To the moon;
The funny bunny
And ... [read poem]
kindness to insects
I saw a Melancholy Wasp
Upon a Purple Clover Knosp,
Who wept, "The Poets do me Wrong,... [read poem]
radiolatry
The worst of all idolators
Are zealous radiolaters
Who wreck the peace of erstwhile happ... [read poem]
the phlebotomous flea
A Flea who felt phlebotomous
Assailed a Hippopotamus;
The Hippo, he
Sat on the Fl... [read poem]
going to dover
"Leg over leg
As the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a stile,
Jump he went o... [read poem]
rags and robes
"Hark, hark!
The dogs do bark;
Beggars are coming to town:
Some in rags,
S... [read poem]
the noble nature
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, t... [read poem]
gypsy songs
The faery beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
A moon of light
In the ... [read poem]
to celia
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in ... [read poem]
hymn to diana
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver ch... [read poem]
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