Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Količina 1Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1884 |
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Stran 11
... walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame . " THE POET ( OF THE PERIOD ) . With Punch's apologies for the application of noble Stanzas to an ignoble subject . THE Poet in a dismal clime was ...
... walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame . " THE POET ( OF THE PERIOD ) . With Punch's apologies for the application of noble Stanzas to an ignoble subject . THE Poet in a dismal clime was ...
Stran 12
... Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot , as in the days that were . I perish by this people which I made , - Tho ' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more - but let what will be , be , I am so deeply smitten ...
... Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot , as in the days that were . I perish by this people which I made , - Tho ' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more - but let what will be , be , I am so deeply smitten ...
Stran 15
... walk down , did I plant those elms and oaks , Did I set those snug alcoves like traps for catching single folks ? Many a morning did I meet her - I was always reading Locke , While she sat and gleaned a lighter mental food from Paul de ...
... walk down , did I plant those elms and oaks , Did I set those snug alcoves like traps for catching single folks ? Many a morning did I meet her - I was always reading Locke , While she sat and gleaned a lighter mental food from Paul de ...
Stran 22
... walk the tangled jungle in mankind's primeval pride ; Feeding on the luscious berries and the rich cassava root , Lots of dates and lots of guavas , clusters of forbidden fruit . Never comes the trader thither , never o'er the purple ...
... walk the tangled jungle in mankind's primeval pride ; Feeding on the luscious berries and the rich cassava root , Lots of dates and lots of guavas , clusters of forbidden fruit . Never comes the trader thither , never o'er the purple ...
Stran 51
... walk . Her voice was very full and rich , And , when at length she asked him " Which ? " It mounted to its highest pitch . He a bewildered answer gave , Drowned in the sullen moaning wave , Lost in the echoes of the cave . He answered ...
... walk . Her voice was very full and rich , And , when at length she asked him " Which ? " It mounted to its highest pitch . He a bewildered answer gave , Drowned in the sullen moaning wave , Lost in the echoes of the cave . He answered ...
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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...