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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... live and to breathe is a bore . My 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 ...
... live and to breathe is a bore . My 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 ...
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... live day's track Seem living- What were they did no spirit give them back Thanksgiving ? Dead air , dead fire , dead shapes and shadows , telling Time nought , Man gives them sense and soul by song , and dwelling In thought . In human ...
... live day's track Seem living- What were they did no spirit give them back Thanksgiving ? Dead air , dead fire , dead shapes and shadows , telling Time nought , Man gives them sense and soul by song , and dwelling In thought . In human ...
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... live forms that make a hope for labour , Though rare , When life seems sweeter with each bright hope's neighbour Dreams fair . Progress had not been crushed nor lost its spell For men , Had Rousseau never found the tyrant's knell , His ...
... live forms that make a hope for labour , Though rare , When life seems sweeter with each bright hope's neighbour Dreams fair . Progress had not been crushed nor lost its spell For men , Had Rousseau never found the tyrant's knell , His ...
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... lives in delight should be dipt ? Was it yours , or my fault , or fate's , that in it Our frail feet faltered , our steep steps slipt ? And brake his crowne , and Jille came tumblynge after . Our linked hands loosened and lapsed in ...
... lives in delight should be dipt ? Was it yours , or my fault , or fate's , that in it Our frail feet faltered , our steep steps slipt ? And brake his crowne , and Jille came tumblynge after . Our linked hands loosened and lapsed in ...
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... live in the light of thine eyes , For save me there's no man living made worthy to utter thy praise , Who art come as new moon to our night - tide , new sun to our days . Jack Harris after his Conversion . From an article by Mr. Justin ...
... live in the light of thine eyes , For save me there's no man living made worthy to utter thy praise , Who art come as new moon to our night - tide , new sun to our days . Jack Harris after his Conversion . From an article by Mr. Justin ...
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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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