Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volumen 5Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1888 |
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... 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 Nature cries Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted Fires . 24 For thee , who mindful of th ...
... 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 Nature cries Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted Fires . 24 For thee , who mindful of th ...
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... looks when dinner calls ! How smoke the cutlets on their crowded plate ! O , let not Temp'rance too disdainful hear ... look ? Reports attract the lawyer's parting eyes , Novels Lord Fopling and Sir Plume require ; For songs and plays ...
... looks when dinner calls ! How smoke the cutlets on their crowded plate ! O , let not Temp'rance too disdainful hear ... look ? Reports attract the lawyer's parting eyes , Novels Lord Fopling and Sir Plume require ; For songs and plays ...
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... look with eyes askew , Nor envy them the profits of the hall ; Let him not think that with a spiteful view , They mean to draw the custom from his stall . The cinder - wench in dust - cart seated high , With arms begrim'd , and dirty as ...
... look with eyes askew , Nor envy them the profits of the hall ; Let him not think that with a spiteful view , They mean to draw the custom from his stall . The cinder - wench in dust - cart seated high , With arms begrim'd , and dirty as ...
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... look with a disdainful smile , Because , beside their faults , these men were poor . Not all the wealth that either India brings , Not all those arts which fell corruption tries , Can buy the best prerogative of Kings To listen to an ...
... look with a disdainful smile , Because , beside their faults , these men were poor . Not all the wealth that either India brings , Not all those arts which fell corruption tries , Can buy the best prerogative of Kings To listen to an ...
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... look to see himself in print ? Ambition on our mimic stage will rise , Trueman survives , when Barnwell yields his ... looks confirm the truth of what I say ; How patiently they bore their lot severe ! How did they welcome this ...
... look to see himself in print ? Ambition on our mimic stage will rise , Trueman survives , when Barnwell yields his ... looks confirm the truth of what I say ; How patiently they bore their lot severe ! How did they welcome this ...
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ancient bell beneath Bill blow boys brave breath burlesque Christabel cried crowd dear Deborah Lee Devil door dream e'en Eduard Strauss ELEGY eyes face fair fame fate fear fight fire Gilpin hand hath head hear heard heart imitation Ingoldsby Legends John John Gilpin lady laugh London look Lord Lord Byron Maryland morn ne'er never night O'Brine o'er once parody passed Peter Bell play poem poet poor Punch quoth rose round shore sigh sing smile song sorrow soul spake stand stood street sweet swells swore tears tell thee There's things THOMAS GRAY thou thought thro Tory town Tullamore Twas verses omitted voice W. M. THACKERAY Walt Whitman WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Wordsworth written Yankee Doodle Yankee doodle dandy youth
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Página 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.
Página 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 waylay.
Página 311 - It must be so ; Plato, thou reasonest well; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 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.
Página 51 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 76 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial, endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more: My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Página 97 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 88 - A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair, — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be 1 " " How many t Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where...