Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Količina 1Reeves & Turner, 1884 Includes parodies of Tennyson, Longfellow, Bret Harte, Thomas Hood, Swinburne, Browning, Shakespeare, Milton, Poe, Shelley, Cowper, Coleridge, Herrick, Carroll, Lever, Lover, Burns, Scott, Goldsmith, Kingsley, Byron and many others. |
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Stran 7
... fears , Is gone for good , since noble dames Who irritate low sonneteers Get pelted with improper names . The Lady Clara cannot think What kind of pleasure can accrue From wasting paper , pens , and ink , On statements the reverse of ...
... fears , Is gone for good , since noble dames Who irritate low sonneteers Get pelted with improper names . The Lady Clara cannot think What kind of pleasure can accrue From wasting paper , pens , and ink , On statements the reverse of ...
Stran 10
... fear to be despised , The three most ugly things on earth , man ever yet devised , No longer shall scare fashion off , and keep the world at bay ; Yes , the boilers are carted away , mother , the boilers are carted away . So please call ...
... fear to be despised , The three most ugly things on earth , man ever yet devised , No longer shall scare fashion off , and keep the world at bay ; Yes , the boilers are carted away , mother , the boilers are carted away . So please call ...
Stran 16
... fear . ' And because right is right to follow right . With a serene contempt of consequence . " And Paris pondered , and I cried , " Oh ! Paris , Give it to Pallas ! " But he heard me not , Or hearing , would not heed me . Woe is me ! O ...
... fear . ' And because right is right to follow right . With a serene contempt of consequence . " And Paris pondered , and I cried , " Oh ! Paris , Give it to Pallas ! " But he heard me not , Or hearing , would not heed me . Woe is me ! O ...
Stran 19
... fear ; I've caught a shocking cold , mamma , so make a cup for me , Of what sly folks call blackthorn , and facetious grocers , tea . I started forth in floss and flowers to have a pleasant day , When all at once down came the wet , and ...
... fear ; I've caught a shocking cold , mamma , so make a cup for me , Of what sly folks call blackthorn , and facetious grocers , tea . I started forth in floss and flowers to have a pleasant day , When all at once down came the wet , and ...
Stran 42
... fear , for my liver's out of gear , And my head feels like to burst , and I only slake my thirst With Apollinaris water , for I dare not touch port wine . " Then spake Sir Richard Tankard , " I know you are no funker , And fly wine for ...
... fear , for my liver's out of gear , And my head feels like to burst , and I only slake my thirst With Apollinaris water , for I dare not touch port wine . " Then spake Sir Richard Tankard , " I know you are no funker , And fly wine for ...
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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 Boreana break Brigade brow call me early Captain Falcon cold cried curse dance dark dead dear Dray dream dreary drink Dyspepsia eyes face fair feel Filcher Fluffer Funny Folks Galah gone Hail to thee hair hand head hear heard heart hurried imitation Kottabos 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 rink round sang shout sigh Sir John Moore Six Hundred sleep smile Song Song of Hiawatha soul stood sweet talk tears tell There's things Thomas Hood thou thought thundered to-morrow Tobacco smoke town 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 165 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
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 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Stran 21 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
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 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 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...
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 90 - He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out fetter, that the soul Had broken and thrown away ! THE GOOD PART, THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY.