Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Količina 1Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1884 |
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... Hair of the Dead , 1875 126 12 " Take him up tendahly , Lift him with caah The Rink of Sighs , 1876 " 126 127 ... 135 135 The Last Appeal for Place , 1878 127 " One more Unfortunate Author in debt , " 1883 128 136 Boots of Size 128 ...
... Hair of the Dead , 1875 126 12 " Take him up tendahly , Lift him with caah The Rink of Sighs , 1876 " 126 127 ... 135 135 The Last Appeal for Place , 1878 127 " One more Unfortunate Author in debt , " 1883 128 136 Boots of Size 128 ...
Stran 3
... hair is crisp and curl'd , And somewhere there , unknown to public view , A mighty city lies , called Timbuctoo . The Natural History . There stalks the tiger . - there the lion roars , Who sometimes eats the luckless blackamoors ; All ...
... hair is crisp and curl'd , And somewhere there , unknown to public view , A mighty city lies , called Timbuctoo . The Natural History . There stalks the tiger . - there the lion roars , Who sometimes eats the luckless blackamoors ; All ...
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... hair ? Wherefore , then , if thou dost love me , So to words of anger move me , Corking of this face of mine , Tricksy cousin Caroline ? Would she only say she'd love me , Winsome , tinsome , Caroline , Unto such excess ' twould move me ...
... hair ? Wherefore , then , if thou dost love me , So to words of anger move me , Corking of this face of mine , Tricksy cousin Caroline ? Would she only say she'd love me , Winsome , tinsome , Caroline , Unto such excess ' twould move me ...
Stran 13
... Hair - pinned on locks to show'r down to her knee , Donned the rose " fleshings " that she was to wear ; Then throwing on a shawl she waited there Till such time as they brought her palfrey , trapt In purple , blazoned with armorial ...
... Hair - pinned on locks to show'r down to her knee , Donned the rose " fleshings " that she was to wear ; Then throwing on a shawl she waited there Till such time as they brought her palfrey , trapt In purple , blazoned with armorial ...
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... hair Auricomous , and bared her shining throat And shoulder ; on the carpet her small feet Shone lily - like , and on her rounded form , Between the shadows of the studio blinds , Shifted the cunning " high lights as she moved . O ...
... hair Auricomous , and bared her shining throat And shoulder ; on the carpet her small feet Shone lily - like , and on her rounded form , Between the shadows of the studio blinds , Shifted the cunning " high lights as she moved . O ...
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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...