Punch, Volumen83

Punch Publications Limited, 1882

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Página 123 - Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Página 239 - So the toy that is broken is thrown away, and the heart embittered that once was prized ; And women who work like slaves can find their labour of love is at last despised. They profess to be sick of the shop — these men — who nail their wives to counter and till ; They snarl and snap when they find her faint, and proceed to curse when they see she's ill : For brave little wives must be mothers at last, — there is little for three, when sufficient for two ; So the Gordian knot it is cut by the...
Página 30 - D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch All as one as a piece of the ship, And with her brave the world without offering to flinch, From the moment the anchor's a-trip.
Página 239 - She thinks once more of the days at home ! as down on her pillow she sinks her head ; She sees her sisters flauntily fine, and hears her little one cry for bread ! And then comes love — not the old, old love, as she felt it once in the country lanes — But a passionate fever of gilded youth, — who reckons the cost, and who counts the gains ? Still, a dinner or so in a time of need ! and a soft new dress for a lovely form ! Are things that most women are grateful for, — they are sails of life...
Página 214 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Página 70 - Beside the river Dee; He worked and sang from morn till night — No lark more blithe than he; And this the burden of his song Forever used to be: "I envy nobody — no, not I — And nobody envies me!
Página 14 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Página 34 - The lamp is out that lighted up the text Of Dickens, Lever — heroes of the pen ; ' Pickwick ' and ' Lorrequer ' we love, but next We place the man who made us see such men. What should we know of ' Martin Chuzzlewit,' Stern ' Mr. Dombey ' or ' Uriah Heep '? ' Tom Burke of Ours' ? Around our hearths they sit, Outliving their creators — all asleep.
Página 34 - No sweeter gift ere fell to man than his Who gave us troops of friends — delightful PHIZ! He is not dead! There in the picture-book He lives with men and women that he drew; We take him with us to the cozy nook Where old companions we can love anew. Dear Boyhood's friend! We rode with him to hounds; Lived with dear Peggotty...
Página 203 - So have I heard on Afric's burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar, And the first lion thought the last a bore.

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