Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Том 6Reeves & 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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... blessed Simeon could not choose but know it , So high the minstrel pitch'd his voice and string . This bard was Greek in sentiment and style ; A Venus - worshipper - profuse of curses On those who deem'd his ethics loose and vile : I ...
... blessed Simeon could not choose but know it , So high the minstrel pitch'd his voice and string . This bard was Greek in sentiment and style ; A Venus - worshipper - profuse of curses On those who deem'd his ethics loose and vile : I ...
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... bless , and , lo , I damn . Incline thine head , thy browless brow incline ; I touch thee , and I tap thee , and proclaim , For ever and for ever thou art mine ! O long as grief , and leaner than desire ! O sweet retreating breasts and ...
... bless , and , lo , I damn . Incline thine head , thy browless brow incline ; I touch thee , and I tap thee , and proclaim , For ever and for ever thou art mine ! O long as grief , and leaner than desire ! O sweet retreating breasts and ...
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... blessing and with curse . Where we stand , as where you sit , scarce falls a sprinkling spray ; But the wind that swells , the wave that follows , none shall stay : Spread no more of sail for shipwreck : out , and clear the way ...
... blessing and with curse . Where we stand , as where you sit , scarce falls a sprinkling spray ; But the wind that swells , the wave that follows , none shall stay : Spread no more of sail for shipwreck : out , and clear the way ...
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... bless her ! - ' twasn't likely as her'd rest With that bonny head for ever on a ostler's ragged vest . " It was kind o ' her to bear me all this long and happy time , So for my sake please to bless her , though you count her deed a ...
... bless her ! - ' twasn't likely as her'd rest With that bonny head for ever on a ostler's ragged vest . " It was kind o ' her to bear me all this long and happy time , So for my sake please to bless her , though you count her deed a ...
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... bless you , this ain't what we call hot . It's when the sun is a - shining with a heat like a furnace strong , When the air is close and stifling , and when for a breeze you long , When a drink seems life's sole object , and parched and ...
... bless you , this ain't what we call hot . It's when the sun is a - shining with a heat like a furnace strong , When the air is close and stifling , and when for a breeze you long , When a drink seems life's sole object , and parched and ...
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Стр. 170 - And glittering temples of their hostile gods. — The princes applaud with a furious joy : And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy...
Стр. 170 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War...
Стр. 98 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Стр. 169 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain! The master saw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he Heaven and Earth defied Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and...
Стр. 183 - But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Стр. 170 - See the Furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band Each a torch in his hand ! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious...
Стр. 161 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Стр. 169 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Стр. 50 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat...
Стр. 170 - He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...