Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Količina 1Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1884 |
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... Boys " at the Vaudeville Theatre Come into " The Garden , " Maud ( Covent Garden ) 1882 180 The Vote of Six Millions ... THE IDYLLS OF THE KING- The Charge of the " Rad " Brigade .. Voyage de Guillaume ( Sept. 1883 ) A Lay of the Law ...
... Boys " at the Vaudeville Theatre Come into " The Garden , " Maud ( Covent Garden ) 1882 180 The Vote of Six Millions ... THE IDYLLS OF THE KING- The Charge of the " Rad " Brigade .. Voyage de Guillaume ( Sept. 1883 ) A Lay of the Law ...
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... Boy , Awfully Deep " 52 " Not a hum was heard , not a jubilant note " Not a sigh was heard , not a tear - drop fell " The Burial of the Masher , 1883 ... III 111 112 A Parody on ... DESPAIR ; A DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE , 1881- Disgust ; a ...
... Boy , Awfully Deep " 52 " Not a hum was heard , not a jubilant note " Not a sigh was heard , not a tear - drop fell " The Burial of the Masher , 1883 ... III 111 112 A Parody on ... DESPAIR ; A DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE , 1881- Disgust ; a ...
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... boys , a mattress bringing , Oriana ! I saw thee to forlorn hope clinging , I heard the bells of faërie ringing , Oriana ; And ( out of tune ) a chorus singing , Oriana ! I saw a high - priest sage and hoary , Oriana , " Friend WAGGLES ...
... boys , a mattress bringing , Oriana ! I saw thee to forlorn hope clinging , I heard the bells of faërie ringing , Oriana ; And ( out of tune ) a chorus singing , Oriana ! I saw a high - priest sage and hoary , Oriana , " Friend WAGGLES ...
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... Boy to his Mother ) . You must wake and call me early ; call me early , mother dear ; To - morrow will be the saddest time of Ireland's sad new year . Of all this threat'ning year , mother , the blackest , foulest , day , For I'm to be ...
... Boy to his Mother ) . You must wake and call me early ; call me early , mother dear ; To - morrow will be the saddest time of Ireland's sad new year . Of all this threat'ning year , mother , the blackest , foulest , day , For I'm to be ...
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... boy again , Did softly warble this : You must must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear- To - morrow ' ll be the happiest time of all this famous year ; Of all this famous year , mother , the grandest , jolliest day ...
... boy again , Did softly warble this : You must must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear- To - morrow ' ll be the happiest time of all this famous year ; Of all this famous year , mother , the grandest , jolliest day ...
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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...