Parodies of the works of English and American authors, collected and annotated by W. Hamilton, 2. kötetReeves & Turner, 1885 |
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3. oldal
... fair . Charley Peaces abound In the subbubs to - day ; And they're apt , when they're found , To go blazing away At a constable all unpertected , which the same has the worst of the fray . Can you tap a cove's head If you're progress is ...
... fair . Charley Peaces abound In the subbubs to - day ; And they're apt , when they're found , To go blazing away At a constable all unpertected , which the same has the worst of the fray . Can you tap a cove's head If you're progress is ...
6. oldal
... fair , O'er an eagle eye an auburn lash , And he never stopped shoutin ' thro ' his moustache , Higher ! He saw thro ' the windows as he kept gettin ' upper A number of families sittin ' at supper , But he eyed the slippery rocks very ...
... fair , O'er an eagle eye an auburn lash , And he never stopped shoutin ' thro ' his moustache , Higher ! He saw thro ' the windows as he kept gettin ' upper A number of families sittin ' at supper , But he eyed the slippery rocks very ...
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... fair young maiden by her side , By briskly rubbing , bravely tried Her grandma's blood to make reflow- It seem'd a hopeless object , though , She labour'd for ! 66 Oh joy ! " this maiden cried , when she Observed they'd stopped at forty ...
... fair young maiden by her side , By briskly rubbing , bravely tried Her grandma's blood to make reflow- It seem'd a hopeless object , though , She labour'd for ! 66 Oh joy ! " this maiden cried , when she Observed they'd stopped at forty ...
9. oldal
... fair to see- K. V. K. V. ! ( Cave ! ) She dances most bewitchingly- K. V. K. V. ! Her twinkling feet , her ankles neat , Her pirouettes , her glances sweet , Will make your heart more quickly beat— K. V. K. V. ! When you are seeing ...
... fair to see- K. V. K. V. ! ( Cave ! ) She dances most bewitchingly- K. V. K. V. ! Her twinkling feet , her ankles neat , Her pirouettes , her glances sweet , Will make your heart more quickly beat— K. V. K. V. ! When you are seeing ...
12. oldal
... fair share's not the goal , Landlords take all they can gather , Cow and calf , both mare and foal . Not enjoyment and not profit Seems our destined end or way ; But to act that each to - morrow Finds us poorer than to - day . The world ...
... fair share's not the goal , Landlords take all they can gather , Cow and calf , both mare and foal . Not enjoyment and not profit Seems our destined end or way ; But to act that each to - morrow Finds us poorer than to - day . The world ...
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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.