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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... Pleasure , with pain for leaven ! Summer , with flowers that fell ; Remembrance fallen from heaven , And madness risen from hell ; Strength without hands to smite : Love that endures for a breath ; Night , the shadow of light , And life ...
... Pleasure , with pain for leaven ! Summer , with flowers that fell ; Remembrance fallen from heaven , And madness risen from hell ; Strength without hands to smite : Love that endures for a breath ; Night , the shadow of light , And life ...
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... pleasure in no play- Anno Salutis eighteen seventy - nine . The burden of vain blossoms . This is sore A burden of false hope in fruit - bearing : Upon thy strawberry - bed , behold , threescore- Threescore dead blooms for one that's ...
... pleasure in no play- Anno Salutis eighteen seventy - nine . The burden of vain blossoms . This is sore A burden of false hope in fruit - bearing : Upon thy strawberry - bed , behold , threescore- Threescore dead blooms for one that's ...
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... pleasures of travel , Our Lady of Pain ! And on landing I lose not the longing , That mingles my manhood with mud : For the merry mosquitos come thronging , With lips that laugh blithely in blood : And fleas , with their kisses that ...
... pleasures of travel , Our Lady of Pain ! And on landing I lose not the longing , That mingles my manhood with mud : For the merry mosquitos come thronging , With lips that laugh blithely in blood : And fleas , with their kisses that ...
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... pleasure and pain , Oh Heaven ! Here are these maladetti Mosquitos again ! The poet should ever be placid . Oh vex not his soul or his skin ! Shall I stink them with carbolic acid ? It is done and afresh I begin . Lucid orbs ! -that ...
... pleasure and pain , Oh Heaven ! Here are these maladetti Mosquitos again ! The poet should ever be placid . Oh vex not his soul or his skin ! Shall I stink them with carbolic acid ? It is done and afresh I begin . Lucid orbs ! -that ...
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... pleasure , Dispense us the potion of pain ; Ope thy mouth to its uttermost measure , And bite us again ! The Light Green . Cambridge , 1872 . Was it woe for a woman who jilted , Or dread of your debts or a dun ? Or was it your nose was ...
... pleasure , Dispense us the potion of pain ; Ope thy mouth to its uttermost measure , And bite us again ! The Light Green . Cambridge , 1872 . Was it woe for a woman who jilted , Or dread of your debts or a dun ? Or was it your nose was ...
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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...