Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volumen1Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1884 |
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... look down there , At the nice young man , so tidy and small , Who is paid for writing on nothing at all , Handsomely , handsomely ! " Then I'd fling them bunches of garden flowers , And hyacinths plucked from the castle bowers ; And I'd ...
... look down there , At the nice young man , so tidy and small , Who is paid for writing on nothing at all , Handsomely , handsomely ! " Then I'd fling them bunches of garden flowers , And hyacinths plucked from the castle bowers ; And I'd ...
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... look , mother , I gave him yesterday- And he carted the boilers away , mother , he carted the boilers away . You know it is his boast , mother , that in bricks all red and white , He means to raise , on what appears an eligible ground ...
... look , mother , I gave him yesterday- And he carted the boilers away , mother , he carted the boilers away . You know it is his boast , mother , that in bricks all red and white , He means to raise , on what appears an eligible ground ...
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... look white as any paper ; Trust me , lady , he'll think twice before he dares encore that caper . " Then the ice was broken , Johnson , -broken , Johnson , in a trice ; Would my neck , before that day , had shared the fortune of the ice ...
... look white as any paper ; Trust me , lady , he'll think twice before he dares encore that caper . " Then the ice was broken , Johnson , -broken , Johnson , in a trice ; Would my neck , before that day , had shared the fortune of the ice ...
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... look at my barège - it must be so forlorn ; We'll put it in the rough - dried box : it may come out next year ; So , if your waking , call me , call me early , mother dear . ALBERT SMITH . Light Green , a magazine published at Cambridge ...
... look at my barège - it must be so forlorn ; We'll put it in the rough - dried box : it may come out next year ; So , if your waking , call me , call me early , mother dear . ALBERT SMITH . Light Green , a magazine published at Cambridge ...
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... Looks are not so much an object if the shiners be forth- coming ! " Hymen's chains the advertiser vows shall be but silken fetters ; Please address to A. T. , Chelsea . N. B. - You must pay the letters . ' , " That's the sort of thing ...
... Looks are not so much an object if the shiners be forth- coming ! " Hymen's chains the advertiser vows shall be but silken fetters ; Please address to A. T. , Chelsea . N. B. - You must pay the letters . ' , " That's the sort of thing ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...