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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... o'er my Body rise Luscious Leaf of Fragrant Savour 152 149 THOMAS HOOD . I Remember , I Remember MRS . HEMANS . The Stately Pipes of England O. W. HOLMES . Hymn to St. Nicotine 135 May the Babylonish curse . Charles Lamb 150 137 Molière ...
... o'er my Body rise Luscious Leaf of Fragrant Savour 152 149 THOMAS HOOD . I Remember , I Remember MRS . HEMANS . The Stately Pipes of England O. W. HOLMES . Hymn to St. Nicotine 135 May the Babylonish curse . Charles Lamb 150 137 Molière ...
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... o'er , and tell Thy joys and thy delights in each , and say How one was calm and one was changeable , And sweet were all to hear and sweet to smell ; But now of passing hours scarce one doth shine Of twenty . In the rest deep gloom doth ...
... o'er , and tell Thy joys and thy delights in each , and say How one was calm and one was changeable , And sweet were all to hear and sweet to smell ; But now of passing hours scarce one doth shine Of twenty . In the rest deep gloom doth ...
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... O'er mountain , vale , meadow , and wood ; And I venerate all that is nasty , And gird against all that is good ; In the mire my delight is to linger , Although I to the heights might attain : But you don't catch me scratching my finger ...
... O'er mountain , vale , meadow , and wood ; And I venerate all that is nasty , And gird against all that is good ; In the mire my delight is to linger , Although I to the heights might attain : But you don't catch me scratching my finger ...
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... o'er a tropical sod , O daughter of Bacchus , the bummer , A foamer , a volatile tod ! But thy froth is a serpent that hisses , And thy gold as a balefire doth shine , And the lovers who rise from thy kisses Can't walk a straight line ...
... o'er a tropical sod , O daughter of Bacchus , the bummer , A foamer , a volatile tod ! But thy froth is a serpent that hisses , And thy gold as a balefire doth shine , And the lovers who rise from thy kisses Can't walk a straight line ...
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... o'er Abides , And ev'ry one the more he reads the more Derides ! The words start , jump and jerk , and rise and fall So funny , That one endures , yet deems such stuff is all For money ! A poet's thoughts should please in all their ...
... o'er Abides , And ev'ry one the more he reads the more Derides ! The words start , jump and jerk , and rise and fall So funny , That one endures , yet deems such stuff is all For money ! A poet's thoughts should please in all their ...
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