Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, 3. kötetReeves & Turner, 1886 Includes parodies of Tennyson, Longfellow, Bret Harte, Thomas Hood, Swinburne, Browning, Shakespeare, Milton, Poe, Shelley, Cowper, Coleridge, Herrick, Carroll, Lever, Lover, Burns, Scott, Goldsmith, Kingsley, Byron and many others. |
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ii. oldal
... Leaves , 1878 Beer , C. S. Calverley ... ... ... ... ... The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold The Destruction of the Aldermen , Punch , 1841 ... 201 201 The Guerilla , James Hogg , The Poetic Mirror The Last Canto of Childe ...
... Leaves , 1878 Beer , C. S. Calverley ... ... ... ... ... The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold The Destruction of the Aldermen , Punch , 1841 ... 201 201 The Guerilla , James Hogg , The Poetic Mirror The Last Canto of Childe ...
iii. oldal
... leaves , " Lays of Modern Oxford , 1874 Miscellaneous Parodies of Lord Byron's Poems ... Don Juan Un - read ( 1819 ) , Dr. W. Maginn ( A Parody of Wordsworth's " Yarrow Unvisited " ) - : C : - - Thomas Campbell . 215 The 216 Gossip ...
... leaves , " Lays of Modern Oxford , 1874 Miscellaneous Parodies of Lord Byron's Poems ... Don Juan Un - read ( 1819 ) , Dr. W. Maginn ( A Parody of Wordsworth's " Yarrow Unvisited " ) - : C : - - Thomas Campbell . 215 The 216 Gossip ...
v. oldal
... LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL . ... ... ... ... 133 ... 138 139 ... 133 Fish have their times to bite . College Rhymes 139 CASA BIANCA " Macbeth stood on the new - built Stage " ( Mr. Henry Irving as Macbeth . ) The Figaro , 1875 134 ...
... LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL . ... ... ... ... 133 ... 138 139 ... 133 Fish have their times to bite . College Rhymes 139 CASA BIANCA " Macbeth stood on the new - built Stage " ( Mr. Henry Irving as Macbeth . ) The Figaro , 1875 134 ...
1. oldal
... leave to the curiosity of the learned Grecian . * Homer's battle of the Frogs and Mice , a learned critic , the elder Heinsius , asserts , was not written by the poet , but is a parody on the poem . It is evidently as good humoured an ...
... leave to the curiosity of the learned Grecian . * Homer's battle of the Frogs and Mice , a learned critic , the elder Heinsius , asserts , was not written by the poet , but is a parody on the poem . It is evidently as good humoured an ...
10. oldal
... Leave the bewildered peasant tempest - tost , His faith unaided and his altar lost , To quit for distant lands his long - loved home , Or helpless sink beneath the foot of Rome ? Where shall he look for succour ? shall he trust That ...
... Leave the bewildered peasant tempest - tost , His faith unaided and his altar lost , To quit for distant lands his long - loved home , Or helpless sink beneath the foot of Rome ? Where shall he look for succour ? shall he trust That ...
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Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, 3. kötet Walter Hamilton Nincs elérhető előnézet - 1967 |
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auld auld lang syne beautiful belles blow blue boys brave burlesque Burns CHARLES KINGSLEY charms cheer Cleuch dear drink Duke e'en e'er England eyes fair fame Father William friends Funny Folks Gladstone gone Greeking o't green groaning hath head hear heard heart hour imitation John John Anderson Lady land light London look Lord Byron loud maid meet morning ne'er never night niversity o'er Oliver Goldsmith once parody poem poet Poet Laureate poor praise pray Punch R. B. Sheridan replied roar Robert Burns ROBERT SOUTHEY round SHIRLEY BROOKS shout sigh sing sleep smile song soul Southey stood street sweet tell thee There's THOMAS CAMPBELL Thomas Moore thou thought Three Tory town twas verses victory wave weep Whigs wild wind wine women young man cried youth
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201. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
213. oldal - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
210. oldal - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated...
54. oldal - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
213. oldal - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased. Ill In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier...
3. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
29. oldal - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
223. oldal - Trust not for freedom to the Franks : They have a king who buys and sells ; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells : But Turkish force and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
30. oldal - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
89. oldal - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, 'Now tread we a measure !