Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volym 5Reeves & Turner, 1888 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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... e'er gave , Awaits alike th ' inevitable Hour . The Paths of Glory lead but to the Grave . 10 Forgive , ye Proud , th ' involuntary Fault If Memory to these no Trophies raise , Where thro ' the long - drawn Isle and fretted Vault The ...
... e'er gave , Awaits alike th ' inevitable Hour . The Paths of Glory lead but to the Grave . 10 Forgive , ye Proud , th ' involuntary Fault If Memory to these no Trophies raise , Where thro ' the long - drawn Isle and fretted Vault The ...
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... e'er resign'd , Left the warm Precincts of the chearful Day , Nor cast one longing ling'ring Look behind ! 23 On some fond Breast the parting Soul relies , Some pious Drops the closing Eye requires ; Ev'n from the Tomb the Voice of ...
... e'er resign'd , Left the warm Precincts of the chearful Day , Nor cast one longing ling'ring Look behind ! 23 On some fond Breast the parting Soul relies , Some pious Drops the closing Eye requires ; Ev'n from the Tomb the Voice of ...
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... e'er gave , Have found alike th ' inevitable hour , And the Fifth Act still led them to the grave . Forgive , ye Bards , th ' involuntary fault , If love parental shall no trophies raise , Where in th ' Orchestra's low sequestered vault ...
... e'er gave , Have found alike th ' inevitable hour , And the Fifth Act still led them to the grave . Forgive , ye Bards , th ' involuntary fault , If love parental shall no trophies raise , Where in th ' Orchestra's low sequestered vault ...
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... e'er mark'd him for his own . Bread was his only food , his drink the brook ; So small a salary did his Rector send ; He left his laundress all he had a book He found in Death , ' twas all he wish'd - a friend . No longer seek his ...
... e'er mark'd him for his own . Bread was his only food , his drink the brook ; So small a salary did his Rector send ; He left his laundress all he had a book He found in Death , ' twas all he wish'd - a friend . No longer seek his ...
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... e'er resign'd , From home , from wife and children dragg'd away , " Nor cast one longing , lingering look behind ! Some sharp attorney must the captive hire , Who knows each secret winding of the laws ; Some previous fees th ' attorney ...
... e'er resign'd , From home , from wife and children dragg'd away , " Nor cast one longing , lingering look behind ! Some sharp attorney must the captive hire , Who knows each secret winding of the laws ; Some previous fees th ' attorney ...
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Sida 97 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Sida 234 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Sida 107 - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon " — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Sida 254 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Sida 210 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Sida 234 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Sida 51 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Sida 107 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Sida 313 - Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known ! The oak-crowned Sisters and their chaste-eyed Queen Satyrs and Sylvan Boys were seen Peeping from forth their alleys green : Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear ; And Sport leaped up, and seized his beechen spear.
Sida 124 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.