Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volumen2Reeves & Turner, 1885 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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... dark to see " " " I know a youth who can flirt and flatter " I know a Barber who in town doth dwell " " I know a maiden with a bag " The Song of the Oyster Land ... ... 12 12 12 24 246 246 247 247 Wine , a Poem , 1709 A Panegyric on ...
... dark to see " " " I know a youth who can flirt and flatter " I know a Barber who in town doth dwell " " I know a maiden with a bag " The Song of the Oyster Land ... ... 12 12 12 24 246 246 247 247 Wine , a Poem , 1709 A Panegyric on ...
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... dark , And for tricks that are vain , The Hebrew Ben D-- is peculiar , Which the same I would like to explain . I have mentioned his name , And I shall not deny , In regard to the same He is wary and sly ; And his smile it is mocking ...
... dark , And for tricks that are vain , The Hebrew Ben D-- is peculiar , Which the same I would like to explain . I have mentioned his name , And I shall not deny , In regard to the same He is wary and sly ; And his smile it is mocking ...
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... dark , And tricks that are vain , The Hebrew Ben D- is peculiar , Which the same I am bold to maintain . Truth , January 31 , 1878 . THE AGED STRANGER . ( An Incident of the War ) . " I WAS with Grant- " the stranger said , Said the ...
... dark , And tricks that are vain , The Hebrew Ben D- is peculiar , Which the same I am bold to maintain . Truth , January 31 , 1878 . THE AGED STRANGER . ( An Incident of the War ) . " I WAS with Grant- " the stranger said , Said the ...
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... Dark storms are raging overhead ; The seas are tossing far beneath , And you will meet with certain death , Excelsior ! " " Come , let us go ! " his wife had cried ; " We will not stay , for all beside Will chaff us , if we do , and ...
... Dark storms are raging overhead ; The seas are tossing far beneath , And you will meet with certain death , Excelsior ! " " Come , let us go ! " his wife had cried ; " We will not stay , for all beside Will chaff us , if we do , and ...
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... -- " Brellas to mend . " His brow was dark with smoke and soot , His raiment , rags from head to foot ; And like a penny trumpet rung The beery accents of his tongue- " Brellas to mend . " " " He lingered at the corner " pub , 8 PARODIES .
... -- " Brellas to mend . " His brow was dark with smoke and soot , His raiment , rags from head to foot ; And like a penny trumpet rung The beery accents of his tongue- " Brellas to mend . " " " He lingered at the corner " pub , 8 PARODIES .
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Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volumen2 Walter Hamilton Vista de fragmentos - 1967 |
Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volumen2 Walter Hamilton Sin vista previa disponible - 1967 |
Términos y frases comunes
ANNABEL LEE bear bells bills bird bore Bret Harte Brother burlesque cried dark dear delight doth dread dream drink e'en Edgar Allan Poe Excelsior eyes F. C. Burnand fair fancy fear floor fool Funny Folks girls give groan Hamlet hath head hear heard heart heaven Hoary Anna honour Hookah hope Idadæca imitation implore Israfel Jingo King ladies live London look Lord Macbeth maiden morning Mother ne'er never Nevermore night nose o'er once Othello parody pills play poem poet poor Punch Quoth Quoth the Raven Randy Pandy Raven rhyme roar round scene Shakespeare sigh sing sitting sleep smile song soul spirit strange sweet swells tell Theatre thee there's the rub thing thou thought turn twas Ulalume utter verse voice weary Whigs whilst wild words yore young
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Página 61 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above. Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Página 28 - thing of evil ! — prophet Fa*y still, if bird or devil!— ^ Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore! Quoth the raven,
Página 193 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Página 28 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Página 27 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Página 184 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great •world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Página 201 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 190 - Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; — Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time ; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity ; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days...
Página 196 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 9 - 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.