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Pussycat Pussycat

“Pussycat pussycat, where have you been?” “I’ve been up to London to visit the Queen.” “Pussycat pussycat, what did you there?” “I frightened a little mouse under her chair” “MEOWW!” First published in London during 1805 in the book Songs … Continue reading

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Repeated Nonsense: A Learesque Manuscript

Ekaterina Shatalova (see here) sends the description of a manuscript copying several of Edward Lear’s limericks together with pictures; here they are: A rather delightful album of 15 original ink drawings repeating some of Lear’s limericks from Book of Nonsense. … Continue reading

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Edward Lear’s “Rich and rare were the gems she wore”

I have already discussed Edward Lear’s Irish sources here, here and here. Another fine instance is the parody in four pictures that Lear drew of Thomas Moore’s “Rich and rare were the gems she wore” from the first volume of Moore’s Irish … Continue reading

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Three Limerick Drawings by Edward Lear

Three original pen & ink drawings by Edward Lear, taken from ‘A Book of Nonsense,’ first published in 1846. The drawings have been examined and fully authenticated as Lear’s work by the late Vivien Noakes, the world expert on Edward … Continue reading

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Ann Mortimer’s Owl and Pussy-cat

Anne Mortimer R.M.S., S.B.A., (b.1958) They dined on mince and slices of quince, which they ate with a runcible spoon Signed. Watercolour, mounted, unframed. 18.5 x 38cm; 7¼ x 15in. Illustration from The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear, published by … Continue reading

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Dear Edward Lear I Love Your Birds

Dear Edward Lear I Love Your Birds by Jeredith Merrin The Red and Yellow Macaw resplendent, And clearly your puff-chested model, Arching head over the arc of half-extended Red yellow blue wing, intended us to look. My first was in … Continue reading

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Jennie Feldman, The Grey Bird

No bright rhyme for this backward glare, the oboe-squawk half throttled with hindsight’s effort. Barely, acrobatically, hanging on. Is it in the way fear squiggles a frown and overdoes the eye’s black brow that we glimpse relief? Gravity resisted against … Continue reading

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