Parodies of the works of English and American authors, collected and annotated by W. Hamilton, 2. kötetReeves & Turner, 1885 |
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4. oldal
... 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 , — They cost an awful sight ! The " corner lot " on ...
... 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 , — They cost an awful sight ! The " corner lot " on ...
5. oldal
... soon , Nor brought too long a day , For liquor flowed from when they came Till when they went away . I remember , I remember , The " brandies " -large and small- The Chablis and the Veuve Clicquot , The sodas split by all ; The caraffe ...
... soon , Nor brought too long a day , For liquor flowed from when they came Till when they went away . I remember , I remember , The " brandies " -large and small- The Chablis and the Veuve Clicquot , The sodas split by all ; The caraffe ...
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... soon Heard spoken above him as often as twice , The very same word in a very weak voice , Higher ! And not far , I believe , from quarter off seven- He was slow gettin ' up , the road bein ' uneven-- Found the stranger dead in the ...
... soon Heard spoken above him as often as twice , The very same word in a very weak voice , Higher ! And not far , I believe , from quarter off seven- He was slow gettin ' up , the road bein ' uneven-- Found the stranger dead in the ...
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... soon discover'd what , without doubt , Was the young man's body all cover'd with snow , What carried the flag with the rum motto- Upards ! All cover'd in snow the young man lay , In a sort of uncomfortable kind of way ; And though as ...
... soon discover'd what , without doubt , Was the young man's body all cover'd with snow , What carried the flag with the rum motto- Upards ! All cover'd in snow the young man lay , In a sort of uncomfortable kind of way ; And though as ...
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... Soon , soon afterwards , in a pie , I found the birds in jelly lie ; And the pheasant , at a fortnight's end , I found again in the carte of a friend . Punch , October 12 , 1867 . BALLAD . THE EX - PREMIER . ( Mr. Gladstone ) . I WROTE ...
... Soon , soon afterwards , in a pie , I found the birds in jelly lie ; And the pheasant , at a fortnight's end , I found again in the carte of a friend . Punch , October 12 , 1867 . BALLAD . THE EX - PREMIER . ( Mr. Gladstone ) . I WROTE ...
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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.