Punch, Volúmenes48-49Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1865 |
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... never thought of that . From what have we escaped ! Perhaps the Tower . Me servavit Apollo . I recollect replying that we were all so handsome that photographers dashed down their sensitive plates in despair , and DO YOU BURN YOUR ...
... never thought of that . From what have we escaped ! Perhaps the Tower . Me servavit Apollo . I recollect replying that we were all so handsome that photographers dashed down their sensitive plates in despair , and DO YOU BURN YOUR ...
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... never Twenty ! and two fifteens ! and twelve ! and read the newspa- six ! and eighty ! Only fancy , Mr. Punch , what pers , except in- a number of tons of mistletoe ! And what a deed the Hatches quantity of kissing there must have been ...
... never Twenty ! and two fifteens ! and twelve ! and read the newspa- six ! and eighty ! Only fancy , Mr. Punch , what pers , except in- a number of tons of mistletoe ! And what a deed the Hatches quantity of kissing there must have been ...
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... Never sit straight in a chair ; turn its back to the audience , and cross your arms atop of it . Sitting on the table , also , will be found effective , and will enable you to swing your legs in a dégagé and stage - gentleman- like ...
... Never sit straight in a chair ; turn its back to the audience , and cross your arms atop of it . Sitting on the table , also , will be found effective , and will enable you to swing your legs in a dégagé and stage - gentleman- like ...
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... never betray him . Reading as usual till nearly 3 . stratagem . has been done . What was in that packet , or whatever DR . S. pocketed ? I had a suspicion flash across me to - night that this diary is seen by me my candlestick : a grin ...
... never betray him . Reading as usual till nearly 3 . stratagem . has been done . What was in that packet , or whatever DR . S. pocketed ? I had a suspicion flash across me to - night that this diary is seen by me my candlestick : a grin ...
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... never come here again . It was a peculiar circumstance that overcame me this time . Pray let me go . " MR . SELFE . Do you think I can take your word ? " DEFENDANT . Yes , you can . I'll not come out of the workhouse . " MR . SELFE ...
... never come here again . It was a peculiar circumstance that overcame me this time . Pray let me go . " MR . SELFE . Do you think I can take your word ? " DEFENDANT . Yes , you can . I'll not come out of the workhouse . " MR . SELFE ...
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Página 182 - Ill-fate, ill-feeling, ill-report, lived through, And then he heard the hisses change to cheers, The taunts to tribute, the abuse to praise. And took both with the. same unwavering mood; Till, as he came on light, from darkling days, And seemed to touch the goal from where he stood, A felon hand, between the goal and him.
Página 182 - You lay a wreath on murdered LINCOLN'S bier; You, who with mocking pencil wont to trace, Broad for the self-complacent British sneer, His length of shambling limb, his furrowed face, His gaunt, gnarled hands, his unkempt, bristling hair, His garb uncouth, his bearing ill at ease, His lack of all we prize as debonair, Of power or will to shine, of art to please; You, whose smart pen backed up the pencil's laugh, Judging each step as though the way were plain: Reckless, so it could point its paragraph...
Página 182 - Yes : he had lived to shame me from my sneer, To lame my pencil, and confute my pen ; To make me own this hind of princes peer, This rail-splitter a true-born king of men.
Página 182 - If but that will we can arrive to know, Nor tamper with the weights of good and ilL So he went forth to battle, on the side That he felt clear was Liberty's and Right's, As in his peasant boyhood he had plied His warfare with rude Nature's thwarting mights — The uncleared forest, the unbroken soil, The...
Página 185 - The Old World and the New, from sea to sea, Utter one voice of sympathy and shame : Sore heart, so stopped when it at last beat high ; Sad life, cut short just as its triumph came.
Página 232 - Why then, take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.
Página 182 - My shallow judgment I had learnt to rue, Noting how to occasion's height he rose, How his quaint wit made home-truth seem more true, How, iron-like, his temper grew by blows. How humble yet how hopeful he could be : How in good fortune and in ill the same : Nor bitter in success, nor boastful he, Thirsty for gold, nor feverish for fame. He went about his work — such work as few Ever had laid on head and heart and hand — As one who knows, where there's a task to do, Man's honest will must Heaven's...
Página 192 - ... eighteenth century, and conceitedly talk as if human reason had not a manacle left about her, but that philosophy had broken down all the strongholds of prejudice, ignorance, and superstition; and yet, at this very time, Mesmer has got a hundred thousand pounds by animal magnetism in Paris, and Mainaduc is getting as much in London.
Página 185 - ... sympathy and shame ! Sore heart, so stopped when it at last beat high ; Sad life, cut short just as its triumph came. A deed accurst ! Strokes have been struck before By the assassin's hand, whereof men doubt If more of horror or disgrace they bore ; But thy foul crime, like Cain's, stands darkly out. Vile hand, that brandest murder on a strife, Whate'er its grounds, stoutly and nobly striven ; And with the martyr's crown crownest a life With much to praise, little to be forgiven ! TOM TAYLOR,...
Página 178 - My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there ; I do beseech you send for some of them.