Parodies of the works of English and American authors, collected and annotated by W. Hamilton, 2. kötetReeves & Turner, 1885 |
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... smile it is mocking and ice - like And there isn't no green in his eye . Now , some rumours had spread , Which Ben D --- could not burke , And every one said He'd been at his old work . ( It was strange , you must know , how he doated ...
... smile it is mocking and ice - like And there isn't no green in his eye . Now , some rumours had spread , Which Ben D --- could not burke , And every one said He'd been at his old work . ( It was strange , you must know , how he doated ...
2. oldal
... smile that was artfully bland . How he trifled with sense , You would scarcely believe ; And with cunning intense , Fancy statements did weave : Whilst he kept back his facts by the dozen , And the same , with intent to deceive . Yes ...
... smile that was artfully bland . How he trifled with sense , You would scarcely believe ; And with cunning intense , Fancy statements did weave : Whilst he kept back his facts by the dozen , And the same , with intent to deceive . Yes ...
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... Smile more friendly - like than on any other locality . Stranger , nowhere else I don't take no satisfaction . Gimme my ranch , ' n ' them friendly old Shanghai chickens— I brung the original pair f'm the States in eighteen - ' n ...
... Smile more friendly - like than on any other locality . Stranger , nowhere else I don't take no satisfaction . Gimme my ranch , ' n ' them friendly old Shanghai chickens— I brung the original pair f'm the States in eighteen - ' n ...
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... smiling bride was led ; She didn't come a wink too soon , Nor make too long a stay ; But now I often wish her folks Had kept the girl away ! I remember , I remember , Her dresses , red and white , Her bonnets and her caps and cloaks ...
... smiling bride was led ; She didn't come a wink too soon , Nor make too long a stay ; But now I often wish her folks Had kept the girl away ! I remember , I remember , Her dresses , red and white , Her bonnets and her caps and cloaks ...
5. oldal
... smile and sigh ; I used to think her tender heart Was close against the sky ; It was a childish ignorance , But now it soothes me not To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when she wasn't got ! Poems and Parodies , by Phoebe Carey ...
... smile and sigh ; I used to think her tender heart Was close against the sky ; It was a childish ignorance , But now it soothes me not To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when she wasn't got ! Poems and Parodies , by Phoebe Carey ...
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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.