Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Količina 1Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1884 |
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... Bill ( Parodies of Longfellow and 89 89 89 98 102 90 92 93 93 Milk - and - Watha 80 Swinburne ) .. ... Princess Toto 80 The Derby Week , 1878 100 92 Revenge , a Rhythmic Recollection , 1877 80 The Song of Big Ben , 1877 95 William ...
... Bill ( Parodies of Longfellow and 89 89 89 98 102 90 92 93 93 Milk - and - Watha 80 Swinburne ) .. ... Princess Toto 80 The Derby Week , 1878 100 92 Revenge , a Rhythmic Recollection , 1877 80 The Song of Big Ben , 1877 95 William ...
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... Bill , 1884 On a Debate on the Franchise Bill , 1884 The Premier to Mrs. Gladstone , 1884 The Promise of May , 1882 The May Queen of 1879 ... ... " Awake I must , and early , " 1861 Baron Honour , 1884 THE LOTUS EATERS- The Whitebait ...
... Bill , 1884 On a Debate on the Franchise Bill , 1884 The Premier to Mrs. Gladstone , 1884 The Promise of May , 1882 The May Queen of 1879 ... ... " Awake I must , and early , " 1861 Baron Honour , 1884 THE LOTUS EATERS- The Whitebait ...
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... bill , dated November , 1882 157 Parodies on the Play - bill The Murder of a Beethoven Sonata The Burial of the Pauper ... 189 189 ... 159 The Marquis of Queensberry on " The Promise of May " 158 The Fate of the Franchise Bill , 1884 ...
... bill , dated November , 1882 157 Parodies on the Play - bill The Murder of a Beethoven Sonata The Burial of the Pauper ... 189 189 ... 159 The Marquis of Queensberry on " The Promise of May " 158 The Fate of the Franchise Bill , 1884 ...
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... bill , Or emptied bowl . He thrummed his lay ; with mincing feet he threaded The walks of coteric fame : On the dull arrows of his thought were threaded Concetti tame . And pop - gun pellets from his lisping tongue , Erratic in their ...
... bill , Or emptied bowl . He thrummed his lay ; with mincing feet he threaded The walks of coteric fame : On the dull arrows of his thought were threaded Concetti tame . And pop - gun pellets from his lisping tongue , Erratic in their ...
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... bill me early , bill me early HENRY dear ; I'm going to make the biggest hit of all the coming year ; Of all the coming year , HENRY , the safest spec to pay ; For I'm going to write you a play , HENRY , I'm going to write you a play ...
... bill me early , bill me early HENRY dear ; I'm going to make the biggest hit of all the coming year ; Of all the coming year , HENRY , the safest spec to pay ; For I'm going to write you a play , HENRY , I'm going to write you a play ...
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Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Količina 1 Walter Hamilton Predogled ni na voljo - 1967 |
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A. C. Swinburne Alfred Tennyson Beware bill break Bret Harte Brigade brow call me early Captain Falcon cold cried curse dance dark dead dear Dray dream dreary drink Dyspepsia eyes fair feel Filcher Funny Folks Galah gone Hail to thee hair hand head hear heard heart hurried imitation John Lady Clara Laureate's light Locksley Hall London Longfellow look Lord maiden Metcalfe and Son morning mother never night o'er Ozokerit parody Peers play poem Poet Laureate Punch Queen Rhymes rink round sang shout sigh Sir John Moore Six Hundred sleep smile Song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul stood sweet talk tell There's things Thomas Hood thou thought thundered to-morrow Tobacco smoke turned Twas Vere de Vere verses voice wake walk Wather weary Whilst wondered words
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Stran 28 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Stran 190 - 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 of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Stran 105 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Stran 171 - They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make, The very earth did shake, Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder.
Stran 190 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Stran 70 - And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. 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.
Stran 29 - Took the face-cloth from the face ; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears— ' Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Stran 81 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Stran 177 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Stran 124 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...