Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Količina 1Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1884 |
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... give each parody in full , as they are found to be useful for public entertainments , and recitations . When the older masters of our Literature are reached , a great deal of curious and amusing information will be given , and it is ...
... give each parody in full , as they are found to be useful for public entertainments , and recitations . When the older masters of our Literature are reached , a great deal of curious and amusing information will be given , and it is ...
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... give , in a connected form , a history of parody with examples and explanatory notes . This , then , is what I propose to do in the following articles , and those who desire to possess a complete set of parodies on any favourite author ...
... give , in a connected form , a history of parody with examples and explanatory notes . This , then , is what I propose to do in the following articles , and those who desire to possess a complete set of parodies on any favourite author ...
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... able to quote a verse or two of the best parody of each description . My aim will be to give each parody intact , except in the few cases where I have been unable to obtain the author's permission to do so . WALTER HAMILTON . !
... able to quote a verse or two of the best parody of each description . My aim will be to give each parody intact , except in the few cases where I have been unable to obtain the author's permission to do so . WALTER HAMILTON . !
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... give offence , The Lady Clara begs to hint That Master Alfred's common sense Deserts him utterly in print . The Lady Clara can but say That always from the very first She snubb'd in her decisive way The hopes that silly Alfred nurs'd ...
... give offence , The Lady Clara begs to hint That Master Alfred's common sense Deserts him utterly in print . The Lady Clara can but say That always from the very first She snubb'd in her decisive way The hopes that silly Alfred nurs'd ...
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... gives your arms such fearful power To raise the dust in blinding shower ? Who gave you strength , your mortal dower , To beat the mats as with a flail , To lift with ease that heavy pail ? What can it matter , Mary Ann , What songs the ...
... gives your arms such fearful power To raise the dust in blinding shower ? Who gave you strength , your mortal dower , To beat the mats as with a flail , To lift with ease that heavy pail ? What can it matter , Mary Ann , What songs the ...
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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 Alfred Tennyson Beware bill Boreäna brow call me early Captain Falcon cold College Rhymes cried dark dead dear Dray dream dreary drink Dyspepsia Excelsior eyes fair Filcher Fluffer Funny Folks Galah gone Hail to thee hair hand head hear heard heart hundred hurried imitation Kottabos Lady Clara Laureate light Locksley Hall London Longfellow look Lord maiden Metcalfe and Son morning mother never night numbers o'er Ozokerit parody play poem poet Poet Laureate Punch Queen Ring rink round sadly shout sigh Sir John Moore sleep smile Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul stood sweet talk Tennyson There's things Thomas Hood thou thought Tich to-morrow Tobacco smoke town Turk turned Twas Vere de Vere verses voice wake walk Wather weary Whilst wondered words youth
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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...