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 iii
... drink When other lips and other hearts . When other months amid the range ... ... ... ... When other lips and other eyes . J. R. Planché When other wits and other bards I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls ... ... I dreamt that I stood ...
... drink When other lips and other hearts . When other months amid the range ... ... ... ... When other lips and other eyes . J. R. Planché When other wits and other bards I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls ... ... I dreamt that I stood ...
Pagina vi
... Drink to me only from a jug . 1823 Wink at me only with glass eye . Bring to me only , if you're wise Drink wine only with thy drugs Rink to me only with thine ice Talk to me only with thine eyes . Print for me only just one word I sent ...
... Drink to me only from a jug . 1823 Wink at me only with glass eye . Bring to me only , if you're wise Drink wine only with thy drugs Rink to me only with thine ice Talk to me only with thine eyes . Print for me only just one word I sent ...
Pagina ix
... Drink to - day , and drown all sorrow There are five reasons , as I think Real Havannah ! precious cigar ! Gently touch the warbling lyre.-A. BRADLEY Gently blow and stir the fire . Dean Swift God rest you merry gentlemen . A carol Go ...
... Drink to - day , and drown all sorrow There are five reasons , as I think Real Havannah ! precious cigar ! Gently touch the warbling lyre.-A. BRADLEY Gently blow and stir the fire . Dean Swift God rest you merry gentlemen . A carol Go ...
Pagina 4
... DRINK . SEATED one day at a café , I was thirsty and hot as the sphinx , And my tongue went babbling idly Over the names of drinks . I knew not what I was saying , Nor what I had uttered then ; But the garçon brought me a mixture Like a ...
... DRINK . SEATED one day at a café , I was thirsty and hot as the sphinx , And my tongue went babbling idly Over the names of drinks . I knew not what I was saying , Nor what I had uttered then ; But the garçon brought me a mixture Like a ...
Pagina 22
... drink doth sally . Of all the days within the week He only loves but one day , And that's the day that comes between ... drinks a little too , And gets in debt with " Tally , ' For which he beats her black and blue That Bully in our ...
... drink doth sally . Of all the days within the week He only loves but one day , And that's the day that comes between ... drinks a little too , And gets in debt with " Tally , ' For which he beats her black and blue That Bully in our ...
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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.