Parodies of the Works of English and American Authors: Collected and AnnotatedReeves & Turner, 1883 |
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8. oldal
... gone fancies - kirtles and trunk hose- Of hoops , and fardingales— Of medieval milliners , whose taste Preluded our vile fashions of to day- Of how they moulded the ancestral waist With steel - bound taffeta- Of powdered heroes of the ...
... gone fancies - kirtles and trunk hose- Of hoops , and fardingales— Of medieval milliners , whose taste Preluded our vile fashions of to day- Of how they moulded the ancestral waist With steel - bound taffeta- Of powdered heroes of the ...
10. oldal
... gone , and I am left a lone and blighted thing . You may lay me in my bed , mother , my head is throbbing scre , And mother , prithee , let the sheets be duly aired before , And if you'd do a kindness to your poor desponding child ...
... gone , and I am left a lone and blighted thing . You may lay me in my bed , mother , my head is throbbing scre , And mother , prithee , let the sheets be duly aired before , And if you'd do a kindness to your poor desponding child ...
13. oldal
... gone , Did half repent her promise ; then again Thought of her fee , and so grew bold once more . And as she sat , rejoicing that ' twas warm , There came the sound of trumpet and of drum , And driving past she saw the circus car , And ...
... gone , Did half repent her promise ; then again Thought of her fee , and so grew bold once more . And as she sat , rejoicing that ' twas warm , There came the sound of trumpet and of drum , And driving past she saw the circus car , And ...
20. oldal
... gone , The Valse is fled , the Kettledrum , the Croquet on the Lawn ; Another Lawn , clear - starched and white , rises before my eye , The Speaker's risen to orders , why the Dickens shouldn't I ? Pardon my slang , for auld slang syne ...
... gone , The Valse is fled , the Kettledrum , the Croquet on the Lawn ; Another Lawn , clear - starched and white , rises before my eye , The Speaker's risen to orders , why the Dickens shouldn't I ? Pardon my slang , for auld slang syne ...
29. oldal
... where seaweeds shone ; O moon : whose golden sickle's gone , O voices all ! like you I die ! ( Die . ) The 1842 volume of Tennyson's works con- tained a short Comes to play a sorry joke ? ” From Medley , by Cuthbert Bede , 1836 . 29.
... where seaweeds shone ; O moon : whose golden sickle's gone , O voices all ! like you I die ! ( Die . ) The 1842 volume of Tennyson's works con- tained a short Comes to play a sorry joke ? ” From Medley , by Cuthbert Bede , 1836 . 29.
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Alfred Tennyson Ballads Beware Boreäna break Brigade Bromfelde Road Buchanan burlesque call me early cried curse Dante Gabriel Rossetti dear dream E. L. BLANCHARD entitled Esthetic Culture Esthetic Movement Esthetic School Estheticism Excelsior F. C. Burnand fair Fleshly School following parody Funny Folks Grosvenor Gallery Hail to thee head hear heard heart imitation James Collinson John Jonas Fisher King Lady Laureate's London Longfellow look Lord maiden morning mother Movement in England never night o'er Odes Oriana original Oscar Wilde Oxford OZOKERIT parody Peers poem Poet Laureate poetry PRICE SIXPENCE published Punch Queen REEVES & TURNER reply Rhymes ridicule roar round Ruskin Savoy Theatre SHILLINGS shout Six Hundred song stood strange Swinburne Thomas Woolner thou thought thundered turned Vere verses Vicky voice WALTER HAMILTON Wather whilst William Michael Rossetti wondered words
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101. oldal - has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field ofhis fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line,
61. oldal - cattle ! Be a heroine—a wife ! " Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ; Let the dead past bury its dead ; Act—act in the living present, Hoping for a spouse ahead. " Lives of married folk remind us We can live our lives as well, And departing leave behind us Such examples as will
74. oldal - He can't suppress a groan. Despairing, hoping, fearing, Onward thro' life he goes ; Each morning he sees Nellie, And each evening, at its close ; She even haunts him sleeping, And disturbs his night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ; Thus at the
83. oldal - EXCELSIOR. The shades of night were falling fast. As through an Alpine village passed, A youth, who bore 'mid snow and ice, • A banner with this strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a faulchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung, The accents
85. oldal - CLEAN YOUR DOOR-STEP, MARM?" The shades of night were some time past, And snow had fallen thick and fast ; A youth, who broom and shovel bore, Was heard to call outside the door, " Clean your doorstep, Marm ?" In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright,
89. oldal - reached that noted shop, 13, CROSS CHEAPING. In happy homes he saw the light, Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; He heeded not the cheerful coal, But strode straight onward to his goal, 13, CROSS CHEAPING. " Beware of rain," an old man said, " Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
31. oldal - She must weep or she will die." Then they praised him soft and low, Call'd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face cloth from the face ; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
13. oldal - Queen o' the May":— You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New Year, Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest merriest day ; For I'm to be Queen o
72. oldal - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow, You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
13. oldal - You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear— To-morrow '11 be the happiest time of all this famous year ; Of all this famous year, mother, the grandest, jolliest day, For look on our Queen we may, mother, look on our