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a sieve, sieve, sieve, When my shiny new umbrella proved a sieve. Rossiter Johnson, A Rhyme of the Rain. The inseparable gold umbrella which in that country
How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter, From darkness until dawn. Rossiter Johnson, Rhyme of the Rain. Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind
that at midday the dew cumbers! O for a pleasure trip up to the pole! Rossiter Johnson, Ninety-Nine in the Shade. Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly
Sheltered about The Mahogany-Tree. William Makepeace Thackeray in Rossiter Johnson Keats to Morris, D. Appleton, 1876, p. 426. ...of those years wherein
people from making their own entertainment. Leonard Rossiter, English comic actor. ‘...To Rossiter’, The Devil’s Bedside Book, Hamlyn paperbacks (1980)