Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volume 4Reeves & Turner, 1887 - English wit and humor 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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... bills , we weep to see . H. Cayley Order ye Wallsends while ye may Why do I love my love Ah , Ben ! say how or when A fine frank roughness in the dress Cherry ripe , ripe , I cry ... ... There's a garden in her face Water - pipes ...
... bills , we weep to see . H. Cayley Order ye Wallsends while ye may Why do I love my love Ah , Ben ! say how or when A fine frank roughness in the dress Cherry ripe , ripe , I cry ... ... There's a garden in her face Water - pipes ...
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... Bill Noyes , the yeoman brave It was Dunupp , the hard beset To the Lords of Convention To the House at Westminster To the millions of England To the Peers ' tis the People The last pot of marmalade ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 249 ...
... Bill Noyes , the yeoman brave It was Dunupp , the hard beset To the Lords of Convention To the House at Westminster To the millions of England To the Peers ' tis the People The last pot of marmalade ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 249 ...
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... Bill , this stone jug . Punch . 1857 Dear Tom , this black pot . Figaro . 1832 Dear Jack , this white mug . W. M. ... Bill ) . Judy Blessed as the immortal gods is he - A . PHILIPS Drunk as a dragon sure is he . H. Erskine Cease rude ...
... Bill , this stone jug . Punch . 1857 Dear Tom , this black pot . Figaro . 1832 Dear Jack , this white mug . W. M. ... Bill ) . Judy Blessed as the immortal gods is he - A . PHILIPS Drunk as a dragon sure is he . H. Erskine Cease rude ...
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... bill we'll see the last Oh ! say not woman's heart is bought - T . L. Рососк Oh , say not that my heart is caught Oh , say not life is dearly bought Oh ! the mistletoe bough ... The mistletoe hung on the castle hall The Michaelmas goose ...
... bill we'll see the last Oh ! say not woman's heart is bought - T . L. Рососк Oh , say not that my heart is caught Oh , say not life is dearly bought Oh ! the mistletoe bough ... The mistletoe hung on the castle hall The Michaelmas goose ...
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... bill I'll see . Strangers yet.-R. MONCKTON MILNES . Strangers now . Once a week The old and young Courtier The fine old English gentleman ... ... ... Truth Doveton ... ... The fine young English gentleman The fast young undergraduate ...
... bill I'll see . Strangers yet.-R. MONCKTON MILNES . Strangers now . Once a week The old and young Courtier The fine old English gentleman ... ... ... Truth Doveton ... ... The fine young English gentleman The fast young undergraduate ...
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Page 247 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells. Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 36 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 240 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than, a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 214 - And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
Page 31 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 26 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!
Page 39 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 37 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 37 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Page 16 - Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near — The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest — For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast.