Punch, 127. kötetMark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1904 |
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436. oldal - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
8. oldal - One Moment in Annihilation's Waste. One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste— The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing— Oh, make haste!
135. oldal - And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste of it; and 'twas — the Grape!
103. oldal - I shall leave a name sometimes remembered with expressions of goodwill in those places which are the abode of men whose lot it is to labour and to earn their daily bread by the sweat of their brow — a name remembered with expressions of goodwill when they shall recreate their exhausted strength with abundant and untaxed food, the sweeter because it is no longer leavened with a sense of injustice.
313. oldal - Bishops as before, comes from the Altar : the Dean of Westminster brings the Crown, and the Archbishop, taking it of him, reverently putteth it upon the Queen's head.
116. oldal - Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead. White as a sea-fog, landward bound, The spectral camp was seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, The river flowed between. No other voice nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry's pace ; The mistlike banners clasped the air, As clouds with clouds embrace.
114. oldal - Speaker shall thereupon put the same Question, without Amendment, adjournment, or debate, as if the offence had been committed in the House itself.
135. oldal - There was a Door to which I found no Key: There was a Veil past which I could not see: Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE There seemed— and then no more of THEE and ME. XXXIII Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried, Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide "Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?
116. oldal - I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
195. oldal - Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane, The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again : How oft hereafter rising shall she look Through this same Garden after me — in vain...