Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volume 6Reeves & Turner, 1889 - 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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... Head on a Rug from Moses The Sorest stress of the Season's over She hid herself in the Soirée Kettle A Century of Roundels Far - fetched and dear bought What Gain were mine Magician of Song and of Sound A Trio of Roundels March . An Ode ...
... Head on a Rug from Moses The Sorest stress of the Season's over She hid herself in the Soirée Kettle A Century of Roundels Far - fetched and dear bought What Gain were mine Magician of Song and of Sound A Trio of Roundels March . An Ode ...
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... head weighs a ton and a quarter , By pains and by pangs ever split , Which manifold washings with water Relieve not a bit . My longings of thirst are unlawful And vain to console or control , The aroma of coffee is awful , Repulsive the ...
... head weighs a ton and a quarter , By pains and by pangs ever split , Which manifold washings with water Relieve not a bit . My longings of thirst are unlawful And vain to console or control , The aroma of coffee is awful , Repulsive the ...
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... head- If you were what your nose is , And I were like the red . If I were what your words are , And you H aspirate , We ne'er should dwell together ; For you would snap your tether , And leave me where the birds are , And drop at ...
... head- If you were what your nose is , And I were like the red . If I were what your words are , And you H aspirate , We ne'er should dwell together ; For you would snap your tether , And leave me where the birds are , And drop at ...
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... head mortals wreak ill , ( I am your Dr. Jekyll ) Of me they often speak ill , By you left undenied , - I am your Dr. Jekyll And you're my Mr. Hyde ! They say I've turned my coat , sir , ' Tis you should bear the blame , Sold England ...
... head mortals wreak ill , ( I am your Dr. Jekyll ) Of me they often speak ill , By you left undenied , - I am your Dr. Jekyll And you're my Mr. Hyde ! They say I've turned my coat , sir , ' Tis you should bear the blame , Sold England ...
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... head of gods is honored With song made splendent in the sight of men Whose heart most sweetly stout , From ravished France cast out , Bring firstly hers , was hers most wholly then- Or where on shining seas like wine The dove's wings ...
... head of gods is honored With song made splendent in the sight of men Whose heart most sweetly stout , From ravished France cast out , Bring firstly hers , was hers most wholly then- Or where on shining seas like wine The dove's wings ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 183 - But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 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...
Page 161 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 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...
Page 50 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat...
Page 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...