Parodies of the works of English and American authors, collected and annotated by W. Hamilton, 2. kötetReeves & Turner, 1885 |
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7. oldal
... answering to the mob's fell clang , Foolhardy were the boasts that rang , Excelsior ! In Calais ' streets they saw the ... answer'd , " You are right , my dear , Excelsior ! " " Beware the Tempest's awful blast ! ' Twill sweep you out to ...
... answering to the mob's fell clang , Foolhardy were the boasts that rang , Excelsior ! In Calais ' streets they saw the ... answer'd , " You are right , my dear , Excelsior ! " " Beware the Tempest's awful blast ! ' Twill sweep you out to ...
9. oldal
... answered to their chaff- " Brellas to mend . " " Go not again , " the landlord said , Wild blows the tempest overhead , Your rags will lash you unto death . " Our friend replied with bated breath --- " Brellas to mend . " " Oh , stay ...
... answered to their chaff- " Brellas to mend . " " Go not again , " the landlord said , Wild blows the tempest overhead , Your rags will lash you unto death . " Our friend replied with bated breath --- " Brellas to mend . " " Oh , stay ...
15. oldal
... answered slow : " O daughter of song and sorrow , - Hapless tender of sheep , -arise from thy long lamentation ! Since ... answer , I should tell you , " They have drawn them from the Poets , From the Book - of - books have drawn them ...
... answered slow : " O daughter of song and sorrow , - Hapless tender of sheep , -arise from thy long lamentation ! Since ... answer , I should tell you , " They have drawn them from the Poets , From the Book - of - books have drawn them ...
18. oldal
... answered , " Pray don't jest ! " I'll TRY the path , it can't be worse , Which brings us to another verse . What roads ! " Beware the stones that lie in heaps " Beware the dog the farmer keeps . " The wheelist mounted , sped away , And ...
... answered , " Pray don't jest ! " I'll TRY the path , it can't be worse , Which brings us to another verse . What roads ! " Beware the stones that lie in heaps " Beware the dog the farmer keeps . " The wheelist mounted , sped away , And ...
20. oldal
... answer to questions said he had known the plaintiff from a boy , and that he had always borne the highest character . Several other reverend gentlemen , of whose congregations the plaintiff had at various times been a prominent member ...
... answer to questions said he had known the plaintiff from a boy , and that he had always borne the highest character . Several other reverend gentlemen , of whose congregations the plaintiff had at various times been a prominent member ...
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Parodies of the Works of English and American Authors, Collected and ... English Authors Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Parodies of the Works of English and American Authors, Collected and ... English Authors Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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ANNABEL LEE bear bells bills bird bore Bret Harte Brother burlesque chamber door cried dear delight doth dread dream drink E'en EDGAR ALLAN POE eyes F. C. Burnand fair fancy fear floor fool friends give Gladstone groan Hamlet hath head hear heard heart heaven Hoary Anna honour Hookah hope Idadæca imitation implore Israfel King ladies live London look Lord Macbeth Mahdi maiden morning Mother ne'er never Nevermore night nose o'er once Othello parody pills play poem Poet poor Punch Quoth Quoth the Raven Randy Pandy Raven rhyme roar round scene Shakespeare sigh sing sitting sleep smile song soul spirit strange sweet swells tell Theatre thee there's the rub thing thou thought turn twas U-pi-Dee-I-Day Ulalume utter verse voice weary Whigs whilst wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE word yore young
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164. oldal - His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. As you LIKE
186. oldal - But here I am to speak what I do know. What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me ; My heart is in the Coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. Act
59. oldal - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life, and my bride, Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes In the sepulchre there by the sea,
190. oldal - FREDERIC UPTON, 1885. Amiens, Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat. Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
25. oldal - it was here, at this point of my preconsiderations, that I first put pen to paper in the composition of the stanza :— "Prophet," said I, " thing of evil ! prophet still if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends above us—by the God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if within the distant
226. oldal - easy numbers flow ; and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That Kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die. JOHN MILTON.
59. oldal - And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; So that her highborn kinsmen came, And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
35. oldal - Ah ! distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember, glimmer'd ghostly on the floor: Earnestly I wished the morrow ; vainly had I sought to borrow From my Bible ease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Annore—• For a saintly, radiant matron, whom the angels name Annore Lately wife, now wife no more.
74. oldal - gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells.