Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, 6 tomasReeves & Turner, 1889 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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... Head on a Rug from Moses The Sorest stress of the Season's over She hid herself in the Soirée Kettle A Century of Roundels Far - fetched and dear bought What Gain were mine Magician of Song and of Sound A Trio of Roundels March . An Ode ...
... Head on a Rug from Moses The Sorest stress of the Season's over She hid herself in the Soirée Kettle A Century of Roundels Far - fetched and dear bought What Gain were mine Magician of Song and of Sound A Trio of Roundels March . An Ode ...
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... head weighs a ton and a quarter , By pains and by pangs ever split , Which manifold washings with water Relieve not a bit . My longings of thirst are unlawful And vain to console or control , The aroma of coffee is awful , Repulsive the ...
... head weighs a ton and a quarter , By pains and by pangs ever split , Which manifold washings with water Relieve not a bit . My longings of thirst are unlawful And vain to console or control , The aroma of coffee is awful , Repulsive the ...
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... head- If you were what your nose is , And I were like the red . If I were what your words are , And you H aspirate , We ne'er should dwell together ; For you would snap your tether , And leave me where the birds are , And drop at ...
... head- If you were what your nose is , And I were like the red . If I were what your words are , And you H aspirate , We ne'er should dwell together ; For you would snap your tether , And leave me where the birds are , And drop at ...
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... head mortals wreak ill , ( I am your Dr. Jekyll ) Of me they often speak ill , By you left undenied , - I am your Dr. Jekyll And you're my Mr. Hyde ! They say I've turned my coat , sir , ' Tis you should bear the blame , Sold England ...
... head mortals wreak ill , ( I am your Dr. Jekyll ) Of me they often speak ill , By you left undenied , - I am your Dr. Jekyll And you're my Mr. Hyde ! They say I've turned my coat , sir , ' Tis you should bear the blame , Sold England ...
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... head of gods is honored With song made splendent in the sight of men Whose heart most sweetly stout , From ravished France cast out , Bring firstly hers , was hers most wholly then- Or where on shining seas like wine The dove's wings ...
... head of gods is honored With song made splendent in the sight of men Whose heart most sweetly stout , From ravished France cast out , Bring firstly hers , was hers most wholly then- Or where on shining seas like wine The dove's wings ...
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Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, 6 tomas Walter Hamilton Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1967 |
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A. C. Swinburne Adelphi Theatre appeared ballad beautiful bells burlesque called Cant Charles Charles Dickens cigar cried dear Dickens Dombey Dombey and Son doth Drama edition English entitled eyes F. C. Burnand face fair fate George give Grand H. B. Farnie H. J. Byron hair hand hath Haunted head heart Hitquick House illustrations imitation J. L. Toole Jack John John Brougham King Lady lips London look Lord Miss ne'er never night o'er parody Pickwick pipe play pleasure poem poet poor Prince published Punch Queen rhyme roar round satire sing Slang smoke song soul Strand street sweet Swinburne tabac tell Theatre thee things Thou shalt thought Three Acts Tobacco Twas unto verse W. S. Gilbert wild William wind written young
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