Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volumul 4Reeves & Turner, 1887 Includes parodies of Tennyson, Longfellow, Bret Harte, Thomas Hood, Swinburne, Browning, Shakespeare, Milton, Poe, Shelley, Cowper, Coleridge, Herrick, Carroll, Lever, Lover, Burns, Scott, Goldsmith, Kingsley, Byron and many others. |
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Pagina viii
... brave ... It was Bill Noyes , the yeoman brave It was Dunupp , the hard beset To the Lords of Convention To the House at Westminster To the millions of England To the Peers ' tis the People The last pot of marmalade ...
... brave ... It was Bill Noyes , the yeoman brave It was Dunupp , the hard beset To the Lords of Convention To the House at Westminster To the millions of England To the Peers ' tis the People The last pot of marmalade ...
Pagina ix
... brave and bold . Punch Come , all ye modern seamen bold ... ... Dance , the boatman , dance . Sign the Bill stamp , sign .. ... ... Dear Betty , come give me sweet kisses . - Sir C. H. WILLIAMS ... ... Come , give us more Livings and ...
... brave and bold . Punch Come , all ye modern seamen bold ... ... Dance , the boatman , dance . Sign the Bill stamp , sign .. ... ... Dear Betty , come give me sweet kisses . - Sir C. H. WILLIAMS ... ... Come , give us more Livings and ...
Pagina 9
... brave old plant in its lonely days , Shall fatten upon the past : For the stateliest building man can raise , Is the Ivy's food at last . Creeping on , where time has been , A rare old plant is the Ivy green . CHARLES DICKENS . This ...
... brave old plant in its lonely days , Shall fatten upon the past : For the stateliest building man can raise , Is the Ivy's food at last . Creeping on , where time has been , A rare old plant is the Ivy green . CHARLES DICKENS . This ...
Pagina 10
... brave old creeper , in these our days , Still fattens , as in the past , And the noblest host a nation could raise , Hath fallen , its prey at last ! Creeping still where life has been- A terrible plant is Official Routine ! Punch ...
... brave old creeper , in these our days , Still fattens , as in the past , And the noblest host a nation could raise , Hath fallen , its prey at last ! Creeping still where life has been- A terrible plant is Official Routine ! Punch ...
Pagina 16
... brave good heart , Mary , that still kept hoping on , When the trust in God had left my soul , and my arm's young strength was gone : There was comfort ever on your lip , and the kind look on your brow ; I bless you for the same , Mary ...
... brave good heart , Mary , that still kept hoping on , When the trust in God had left my soul , and my arm's young strength was gone : There was comfort ever on your lip , and the kind look on your brow ; I bless you for the same , Mary ...
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Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volumul 4 Walter Hamilton Vizualizare completă - 1887 |
Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volumul 4 Walter Hamilton Vizualizare completă - 1887 |
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Arthur Peel ballad beautiful beer Beignet Bill blue boys brave British cheer Chorus Christmas Number coming cried dear doth drink e'er England eyes fair fear Funny Folks give Gladstone Grand Old green hair hear heard heart Heigh Home Rule House Jan Van Beers John jolly Jubilee King Lady land lero live London look Lord merry morning mother ne'er never night nose o'er old English once parody place like home play poor pretty maid Punch Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Randy roam Robinson Crusoe round Ruddigore sigh sing smile snub song soul sung sure sweet home tear tell thee There's no place thing THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought Tory true Truth twas verses Vicar of Bray W. S. Gilbert Whigs Whilst willow waly wine
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Pagina 247 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells. Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Pagina 36 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Pagina 240 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than, a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Pagina 214 - And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
Pagina 31 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pagina 26 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!
Pagina 39 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Pagina 37 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Pagina 37 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Pagina 16 - Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near — The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest — For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast.