Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Edward Lear (Illustrated) E-Book

Edward Lear

• Herausgeber: Delphi Classics
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: Delphi Poets Series
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Seitenzahl: 188

Beschreibung

Famed for his nonsense poem ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’, Edward Lear developed a unique literary nonsense technique in both limericks and prose, which he illustrated with his own hilarious artwork. The Delphi Poets Series offers readers the works of literature's finest poets, with superior formatting. This volume presents the complete poetical works of Edward Lear, with all the original illustrations and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1)

* Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Lear's life and works
* Concise introductions to the poetry books
* All the original poetry books and all illustrated with the original illustrations
* Images of how the poetry books were first printed, giving your eReader a taste of the original texts
* Rare poems posthumously published, not available in other collections
* Excellent formatting of the poems
* Special chronological and alphabetical contents tables for the poetry
* Easily locate the poems you want to read
* Includes a special section on Lear's artworks - explore the artist’s naturalist and landscape works
* Features a brief biography
* Scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres Please visit www.delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titles CONTENTS: The Poetry Collections
A BOOK OF NONSENSE
NONSENSE SONGS, STORIES, BOTANY AND ALPHABETS
MORE NONSENSE, PICTURES, RHYMES, BOTANY, ETC.
LAUGHABLE LYRICS, A FOURTH BOOK OF NONSENSE POEMS, SONGS, BOTANY, MUSIC, ETC.
NONSENSE SONGS AND STORIES
POSTHUMOUSLY PUBLISHED WORKS The Poems
LIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER
LIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER Selected Paintings
LIST OF ARTWORKS The Biography
BRIEF BIOGRAPHY by Franklin Lushington Please visit www.delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titles

Leseprobe

EDWARD LEAR

(1812-1888)

Contents

The Poetry Collections

A BOOK OF NONSENSE

NONSENSE SONGS, STORIES, BOTANY AND ALPHABETS

MORE NONSENSE, PICTURES, RHYMES, BOTANY, ETC.

LAUGHABLE LYRICS, A FOURTH BOOK OF NONSENSE POEMS, SONGS, BOTANY, MUSIC, ETC.

NONSENSE SONGS AND STORIES

POSTHUMOUSLY PUBLISHED WORKS

The Poems

LIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

LIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

Selected Paintings

LIST OF ARTWORKS

The Biography

BRIEF BIOGRAPHY by Franklin Lushington

© Delphi Classics 2014

Version 1

EDWARD LEAR

By Delphi Classics, 2014

NOTE

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The Poetry Collections

Holloway, Islington, London — Lear’s birthplace. The poet and illustrator was born in Bowman’s Place, now replaced by the playground of Grafton Primary School.

Lear, 1840

A BOOK OF NONSENSE

In 1846 Lear published his first volume of limericks, which would go on to sell in three editions, helping establish the poetic form in world literature. The first edition was published by Thomas McLean on 10 February. There were altogether seventy-two lithographic limericks in two volumes, selling at 3s 6d each. It was the convention at the time for children’s books to be published anonymously, so there was no mention of Lear’s name in the book.

Limericks are invariably typeset as four plus one lines presently, but Lear’s limericks were published in a variety of formats. It appears that Lear wrote them in manuscript in as many lines as there was room for beneath the picture. For the first three editions most are typeset as, respectively, two, five and three lines. In Lear’s limericks the first and last lines usually end with the same word, rather than rhyming. For the most part, they are truly nonsensical and devoid of any punch line or literal point. They are also free from the bawdiness that the verse form is now associated. A typical thematic element is the presence of a callous and critical “they.”

Although Lear’s nonsense books were popular during his lifetime, a rumour had spread that “Edward Lear” was merely a pseudonym and that the books’ true author was the man to whom Lear had dedicated them, his patron the Earl of Derby. Promoters of this rumour offered as evidence the facts that both men were named Edward, and that “Lear” is an anagram of “Earl.”

The third edition, bearing the poet’s name

CONTENTS

There was an Old Derry down Derry

There was an Old Man with a nose

There was a Young Person of Smyrna

There was an Old Man on a hill

There was an Old Person of Chili

There was an Old Man with a gong

There was an Old Man of Kilkenny

There was an Old Man of Columbia

There was an Old Man in a tree

There was an Old Lady of Chertsey

There was a Young Lady whose chin

There was an Old Man with a flute, —

There was a Young Lady of Portugal

There was an Old Person of Ischia

There was an Old Man of Vienna

There was an Old Man in a boat

There was an Old Person of Buda

There was an Old Man of Moldavia

There was an Old Person of Hurst

There was an Old Man of Madras

There was an Old Person of Dover

There was an Old Person of Leeds

There was an Old Person of Cadiz

There was an Old Man of the Isles

There was an Old Person of Basing

There was an Old Man who supposed

There was an Old Person whose habits

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Man of Marseilles

There was an Old Man of the Wrekin

There was a Young Lady whose nose

There was a Young Lady of Norway

There was an Old Man of Apulia

There was an Old Man of Quebec, —

There was a Young Lady of Bute

There was an Old Person of Philœ

There was an Old Man with a poker

There was an Old Person of Prague

There was an Old Man of Peru

There was an Old Man of the North

There was an Old Person of Troy

There was an Old Person of Mold

There was an Old Person of Tring

There was an Old Man of Nepaul

There was an Old Man of the Nile

There was an Old Man of th’ Abruzzi

There was an Old Man of Calcutta

There was an Old Person of Rhodes

There was an Old Man of the South

There was an Old Man of Melrose

There was an Old Man of the Dee

There was a Young Lady of Lucca

There was an Old Man of Coblenz

There was an Old Man of Bohemia

There was an Old Man of Corfu

There was an Old Man of Vesuvius

There was an Old Man of Dundee

There was an Old Lady whose folly

There was an Old Man on some rocks

There was an Old Person of Rheims

There was an Old Man of Leghorn

There was an Old Man in a pew

There was an Old Man of Jamaica

There was an Old Man who said, “How

There was a Young Lady of Troy

There was a Young Lady of Hull

There was an Old Person of Dutton

There was an Old Man who said, “Hush!

There was a Young Lady of Russia

There was a Young Lady of Tyre

There was an Old Person of Bangor

There was an Old Man of the East

There was an Old Man of the Coast

There was an Old Man of Kamschatka

There was an Old Person of Gretna

There was an Old Man with a beard

There was an Old Man of Berlin

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Person of Cheadle

There was an Old Person of Anerley

There was a Young Lady of Wales

There was a Young Lady of Welling

There was an Old Person of Tartary

There was an Old Man of Whitehaven

There was a Young Lady of Sweden

There was an Old Person of Chester

There was an Old Man of the Cape

There was an Old Person of Burton

There was an Old Person of Ems

There was a Young Girl of Majorca

There was a Young Lady of Poole

There was an Old Lady of Prague

There was a Young Lady of Parma

There was an Old Person of Sparta

There was an Old Man on whose nose

There was a Young Lady of Turkey

There was an Old Man of Aôsta

There was a Young Person of Crete

There was a Young Lady of Clare

There was a Young Lady of Dorking

There was an Old Man of Cape Horn

There was an old Person of Cromer

There was an Old Man of the Hague

There was an Old Person of Spain

There was an Old Man who said, “Well!

There was an Old Man with an Owl

There was an Old Man in a casement

There was an Old Person of Ewell

There was an Old Man of Peru.

There was an Old Man with a beard

There was a Young Lady whose eyes

There was a Young Lady of Ryde

There was a Young Lady whose bonnet

Lear’s great early patron, Edward Smith-Stanley, 13th Earl of Derby KG (1775-1851) was an English politician, landowner, builder, farmer, art collector and naturalist.

Knowsley Hall, near Liverpool. From 1832 to 1836 the Earl of Derby, who kept a private menagerie at his estate, employed Lear as a draughtsman.

There was an Old Derry down Derry

There was an Old Derry down Derry, who loved to see little folks merry;So he made them a Book, and with laughter they shook At the fun of that Derry down Derry.

NONSENSE RHYMES AND PICTURES

NONSENSE RHYMES AND PICTURES

There was an Old Man with a nose

There was an Old Man with a nose,Who said, “If you choose to supposeThat my nose is too long, you are certainly wrong!”That remarkable Man with a nose.

There was a Young Person of Smyrna

There was a Young Person of Smyrna,Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her;But she seized on the Cat, and said, “Granny, burn that!You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!”

There was an Old Man on a hill

There was an Old Man on a hill,Who seldom, if ever, stood still;He ran up and down in his Grandmother’s gown,Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.

There was an Old Person of Chili

There was an Old Person of Chili,Whose conduct was painful and silly;He sate on the stairs, eating apples and pears,That imprudent Old Person of Chili.

There was an Old Man with a gong

There was an Old Man with a gong,Who bumped at it all the day long;But they called out, “Oh, law! you’re a horrid old bore!”So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.

There was an Old Man of Kilkenny

There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,Who never had more than a penny;He spent all that money in onions and honey,That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny.

There was an Old Man of Columbia

There was an Old Man of Columbia,Who was thirsty, and called out for some beer;But they brought it quite hot, in a small copper pot,Which disgusted that man of Columbia.

There was an Old Man in a tree

There was an Old Man in a tree,Who was horribly bored by a Bee;When they said, “Does it buzz?” he replied, “Yes, it does!It’s a regular brute of a Bee.”

There was an Old Lady of Chertsey

There was an Old Lady of Chertsey,Who made a remarkable curtsey;She twirled round and round, till she sank underground,Which distressed all the people of Chertsey.

There was a Young Lady whose chin

There was a Young Lady whose chinResembled the point of a pin;So she had it made sharp, and purchased a harp,And played several tunes with her chin.

There was an Old Man with a flute, —

There was an Old Man with a flute, — A “sarpint” ran into his boot!But he played day and night, till the “sarpint” took flight,And avoided that Man with a flute.

There was a Young Lady of Portugal

There was a Young Lady of Portugal,Whose ideas were excessively nautical;She climbed up a tree to examine the sea,But declared she would never leave Portugal.

There was an Old Person of Ischia

There was an Old Person of Ischia,Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate thousands of figs,That lively Old Person of Ischia

There was an Old Man of Vienna

There was an Old Man of Vienna,Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;When that did not agree, he took Camomile Tea,That nasty Old Man of Vienna.

There was an Old Man in a boat

There was an Old Man in a boat,Who said, “I’m afloat! I’m afloat!”When they said, “No, you ain’t!” he was ready to faint,That unhappy Old Man in a boat.

There was an Old Person of Buda

There was an Old Person of Buda,Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder,Till at last with a hammer they silenced his clamor.By smashing that Person of Buda.

There was an Old Man of Moldavia

There was an Old Man of Moldavia,Who had the most curious behavior;For while he was able, he slept on a table,That funny Old Man of Moldavia.

There was an Old Person of Hurst

There was an Old Person of Hurst,Who drank when he was not athirst;When they said, “You’ll grow fatter!” he answered “What matter?”That globular Person of Hurst.

There was an Old Man of Madras

There was an Old Man of Madras,Who rode on a cream-colored Ass;But the length of its ears so promoted his fears,That it killed that Old Man of Madras.

There was an Old Person of Dover

There was an Old Person of Dover,Who rushed through a field of blue clover;But some very large Bees stung his nose and his knees,So he very soon went back to Dover.

There was an Old Person of Leeds

There was an Old Person of Leeds,Whose head was infested with beads;She sat on a stool and ate gooseberry-fool,Which agreed with that Person of Leeds.

There was an Old Person of Cadiz

There was an Old Person of Cadiz,Who was always polite to all ladies;But in handing his daughter, he fell into the water,Which drowned that Old Person of Cadiz.

There was an Old Man of the Isles

There was an Old Man of the Isles,Whose face was pervaded with smiles;He sang “High dum diddle,” and played on the fiddle,That amiable Man of the Isles.

There was an Old Person of Basing

There was an Old Person of Basing,Whose presence of mind was amazing;He purchased a steed, which he rode at full speed,And escaped from the people of Basing.

There was an Old Man who supposed

There was an Old Man who supposedThat the street door was partially closed;But some very large Rats ate his coats and his hats,While that futile Old Gentleman dozed.

There was an Old Person whose habits

There was an Old Person whose habitsInduced him to feed upon Rabbits;When he’d eaten eighteen, he turned perfectly green,Upon which he relinquished those habits.

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Man of the West,Who wore a pale plum-colored vest;When they said, “Does it fit?” he replied, “Not a bit!”That uneasy Old Man of the West.

There was an Old Man of Marseilles

There was an Old Man of Marseilles,Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils:They caught several Fish, which they put in a dish,And sent to their Pa at Marseilles.

There was an Old Man of the Wrekin

There was an Old Man of the Wrekin,Whose shoes made a horrible creaking;But they said, “Tell us whether your shoes are of leather,Or of what, you Old Man of the Wrekin?”

There was a Young Lady whose nose

There was a Young Lady whose noseWas so long that it reached to her toes;So she hired an Old Lady, whose conduct was steady,To carry that wonderful nose.

There was a Young Lady of Norway

There was a Young Lady of Norway,Who casually sat in a doorway;When the door squeezed her flat, she exclaimed, “What of that?”This courageous Young Lady of Norway.

There was an Old Man of Apulia

There was an Old Man of Apulia,Whose conduct was very peculiar;He fed twenty sons upon nothing but buns,That whimsical Man of Apulia.

There was an Old Man of Quebec, —

There was an Old Man of Quebec, — A beetle ran over his neck;But he cried, “With a needle I’ll slay you, O beadle!”That angry Old Man of Quebec.

There was a Young Lady of Bute

There was a Young Lady of Bute,Who played on a silver-gilt flute;She played several jigs to her Uncle’s white Pigs:That amusing Young Lady of Bute.

There was an Old Person of Philœ

There was an Old Person of Philœ,Whose conduct was scroobious and wily;He rushed up a Palm when the weather was calm,And observed all the ruins of Philœ.

There was an Old Man with a poker

There was an Old Man with a poker,Who painted his face with red ochre.When they said, “You ‘re a Guy!” he made no reply,But knocked them all down with his poker.

There was an Old Person of Prague

There was an Old Person of Prague,Who was suddenly seized with the plague;But they gave him some butter, which caused him to mutter,And cured that Old Person of Prague.

There was an Old Man of Peru

There was an Old Man of Peru,Who watched his wife making a stew;But once, by mistake, in a stove she did bakeThat unfortunate Man of Peru.

There was an Old Man of the North

There was an Old Man of the North,Who fell into a basin of broth;But a laudable cook fished him out with a hook,Which saved that Old Man of the North.

There was an Old Person of Troy

There was an Old Person of Troy,Whose drink was warm brandy and soy,Which he took with a spoon, by the light of the moon,In sight of the city of Troy.

There was an Old Person of Mold

There was an Old Person of Mold,Who shrank from sensations of cold;So he purchased some muffs, some furs, and some fluffs,And wrapped himself well from the cold.

There was an Old Person of Tring

There was an Old Person of Tring,Who embellished his nose with a ring;He gazed at the moon every evening in June,That ecstatic Old Person of Tring.

There was an Old Man of Nepaul

There was an Old Man of Nepaul,From his horse had a terrible fall;But, though split quite in two, with some very strong glueThey mended that man of Nepaul.

There was an Old Man of the Nile

There was an Old Man of the Nile,Who sharpened his nails with a file,Till he cut off his thumbs, and said calmly, “This comesOf sharpening one’s nails with a file!”

There was an Old Man of th’ Abruzzi

There was an Old Man of th’ Abruzzi,So blind that he couldn’t his foot see;When they said, “That’s your toe,” he replied, “Is it so?”That doubtful Old Man of th’ Abruzzi.

There was an Old Man of Calcutta

There was an Old Man of Calcutta,Who perpetually ate bread and butter;Till a great bit of muffin, on which he was stuffing,Choked that horrid Old Man of Calcutta.

There was an Old Person of Rhodes

There was an Old Person of Rhodes,Who strongly objected to toads;He paid several cousins to catch them by dozens,That futile Old Person of Rhodes.

There was an Old Man of the South

There was an Old Man of the South,Who had an immoderate mouth;But in swallowing a dish that was quite full of Fish,He was choked, that Old Man of the South.

There was an Old Man of Melrose

There was an Old Man of Melrose,Who walked on the tips of his toes;But they said, “It ain’t pleasant to see you at present,You stupid Old Man of Melrose.”

There was an Old Man of the Dee

There was an Old Man of the Dee,Who was sadly annoyed by a Flea;When he said, “I will scratch it!” they gave him a hatchet,Which grieved that Old Man of the Dee.

There was a Young Lady of Lucca

There was a Young Lady of Lucca,Whose lovers completely forsook her;She ran up a tree, and said “Fiddle-de-dee!”Which embarrassed the people of Lucca.

There was an Old Man of Coblenz

There was an Old Man of Coblenz,The length of whose legs was immense;He went with one prance from Turkey to France,That surprising Old Man of Coblenz.

There was an Old Man of Bohemia

There was an Old Man of Bohemia,Whose daughter was christened Euphemia;But one day, to his grief, she married a thief,Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.

There was an Old Man of Corfu

There was an Old Man of Corfu,Who never knew what he should do;So he rushed up and down, till the sun made him brown,That bewildered Old Man of Corfu.

There was an Old Man of Vesuvius

There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,Who studied the works of Vitruvius;When the flames burnt his book, to drinking he took,That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.

There was an Old Man of Dundee

There was an Old Man of Dundee,Who frequented the top of a tree;When disturbed by the Crows, he abruptly arose,And exclaimed, “I’ll return to Dundee!”

There was an Old Lady whose folly

There was an Old Lady whose follyInduced her to sit in a holly;Whereon, by a thorn her dress being torn,She quickly became melancholy.

There was an Old Man on some rocks

There was an Old Man on some rocks,Who shut his Wife up in a box:When she said, “Let me out,” he exclaimed, “Without doubtYou will pass all your life in that box.”

There was an Old Person of Rheims

There was an Old Person of Rheims,Who was troubled with horrible dreams;So to keep him awake they fed him with cake,Which amused that Old Person of Rheims.

There was an Old Man of Leghorn

There was an Old Man of Leghorn,The smallest that ever was born;But quickly snapt up he was once by a Puppy,Who devoured that Old Man of Leghorn.

There was an Old Man in a pew

There was an Old Man in a pew,Whose waistcoat was spotted with blue;But he tore it in pieces, to give to his Nieces,That cheerful Old Man in a pew.

There was an Old Man of Jamaica

There was an Old Man of Jamaica,Who suddenly married a Quaker;But she cried out, “Oh, lack! I have married a black!”Which distressed that Old Man of Jamaica.

There was an Old Man who said, “How

There was an Old Man who said, “How