Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Količina 1Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1884 |
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Stran 8
... Street , 1865 The Song of the Stump , 1868 The Song of the Flirt , 1872 The Song of the Wire , 1874 The Song of Love , 1874 115 115 116 116 117 " One more unfortunate , Ploughed for degree , " The Hair of the Dead , 1875 " Take him up ...
... Street , 1865 The Song of the Stump , 1868 The Song of the Flirt , 1872 The Song of the Wire , 1874 The Song of Love , 1874 115 115 116 116 117 " One more unfortunate , Ploughed for degree , " The Hair of the Dead , 1875 " Take him up ...
Stran 9
... Street Grange Behind Time 5 ... 17 48 81 .. The Clerk , 1842 ... 57 82 The Baggage Man 58 83 On a Dull old Five - Act Play , 1848 The Exiled Londoner , 1848 142 142 " Clean Your Door - step , Marm ! 83 " Egg - shell she o'er , " 1876 ...
... Street Grange Behind Time 5 ... 17 48 81 .. The Clerk , 1842 ... 57 82 The Baggage Man 58 83 On a Dull old Five - Act Play , 1848 The Exiled Londoner , 1848 142 142 " Clean Your Door - step , Marm ! 83 " Egg - shell she o'er , " 1876 ...
Stran 11
... streets her face to show Did loyalty fade rapidly . But London saw another sight When she , our Liege , recovered quite , Came , on a morning clear and bright , Through arches , flags and greenery . To where the new Law Courts were made ...
... streets her face to show Did loyalty fade rapidly . But London saw another sight When she , our Liege , recovered quite , Came , on a morning clear and bright , Through arches , flags and greenery . To where the new Law Courts were made ...
Stran 12
... Street , as in the days that were . I perish by these voters which I make- Although Sir Andrew says that I may live To rule once more ; but let what will be , be . He tells me that it is not good for me To cut down oaks at Haw'rden , as ...
... Street , as in the days that were . I perish by these voters which I make- Although Sir Andrew says that I may live To rule once more ; but let what will be , be . He tells me that it is not good for me To cut down oaks at Haw'rden , as ...
Stran 14
... street all the day , And the terrible ache will go on Till the dentist's chair I fill , But oh ! what a wrench by that savoury hand Ere this jumping nerve is still . Ache , ache , ache ! Till the merciless forceps I see ; But I'll order ...
... street all the day , And the terrible ache will go on Till the dentist's chair I fill , But oh ! what a wrench by that savoury hand Ere this jumping nerve is still . Ache , ache , ache ! Till the merciless forceps I see ; But I'll order ...
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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...