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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... Light Green , 1872 The Bells , by an overworked Waiter , 1875 The Girls ... The Bills , by a Mercantile Poet , 1875 The Belles , Benjamin D— , 1876 The Bills . The Corkscrew Papers , 1876 The Swells . Worthy a Crown ? The Bells . Fiz ...
... Light Green , 1872 The Bells , by an overworked Waiter , 1875 The Girls ... The Bills , by a Mercantile Poet , 1875 The Belles , Benjamin D— , 1876 The Bills . The Corkscrew Papers , 1876 The Swells . Worthy a Crown ? The Bells . Fiz ...
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... Light Green " 1882 160 ... Theatre , 1884 ... Very Little Hamlet , by W. Yardley , at the Gaiety Hamlet Travestie , by F. Talfourd , 1849 Three Children sliding on the Ice ... 164 164 162 Furnivallos Furioso and the Newest Shakespeare ...
... Light Green " 1882 160 ... Theatre , 1884 ... Very Little Hamlet , by W. Yardley , at the Gaiety Hamlet Travestie , by F. Talfourd , 1849 Three Children sliding on the Ice ... 164 164 162 Furnivallos Furioso and the Newest Shakespeare ...
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... LIGHT BRIGADE- ... ... ... 272 272 ... 273 273 140 ... 273 141 The Light ( Blue ) Brigade - The University Boat Race The Gas Stoker's Strike , by J. Verey , 1872 . Clapham Junction , by J. Verey ... The Charge of the " Light " Brigade ...
... LIGHT BRIGADE- ... ... ... 272 272 ... 273 273 140 ... 273 141 The Light ( Blue ) Brigade - The University Boat Race The Gas Stoker's Strike , by J. Verey , 1872 . Clapham Junction , by J. Verey ... The Charge of the " Light " Brigade ...
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... light , — The Cynic's lantern glowing bright ; Resolved to make its lustre known , His lips soon gave the welcome tone , DIOGENES ! " One hither pass , " an old man said , ( Life's tempests snow'd his aged head ; ) He oped his mouth ...
... light , — The Cynic's lantern glowing bright ; Resolved to make its lustre known , His lips soon gave the welcome tone , DIOGENES ! " One hither pass , " an old man said , ( Life's tempests snow'd his aged head ; ) He oped his mouth ...
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... light Of homes and gas - lamps gleaming bright , Yet from their lips escaped no groan , As onward flew the mad balloon , Excelsior ! “ Try not the air , ” their friends had said , " Dark storms are raging overhead ; The seas are tossing ...
... light Of homes and gas - lamps gleaming bright , Yet from their lips escaped no groan , As onward flew the mad balloon , Excelsior ! “ Try not the air , ” their friends had said , " Dark storms are raging overhead ; The seas are tossing ...
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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.