Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volume 5Reeves & Turner, 1888 - 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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... hath broke : How in dark alley's bludgeons did they wield ! " " How bow'd the wretch beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their humble toil , Their vulgar crimes and villainy obscure ; Nor rich rogues hear with a ...
... hath broke : How in dark alley's bludgeons did they wield ! " " How bow'd the wretch beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their humble toil , Their vulgar crimes and villainy obscure ; Nor rich rogues hear with a ...
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... hath landed ; Him , too , must reach this melancholy ebb , And all the fortunes of the Strand be stranded . Pidding , who did his corner much enjoy , Says , while he contemplates the prospect dim , " How oft I've hung out my gay blue ...
... hath landed ; Him , too , must reach this melancholy ebb , And all the fortunes of the Strand be stranded . Pidding , who did his corner much enjoy , Says , while he contemplates the prospect dim , " How oft I've hung out my gay blue ...
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... hath from you borne So falls the flow'r before the ruthless wind , So from its mate the guiltless turtle's torn , Here , while ye lie upon the teeming earth , Altho ' no shell your funeral pomp displays , Far from your grave shall fly ...
... hath from you borne So falls the flow'r before the ruthless wind , So from its mate the guiltless turtle's torn , Here , while ye lie upon the teeming earth , Altho ' no shell your funeral pomp displays , Far from your grave shall fly ...
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... hath not toil'd in vain , Perhaps e'en Timon hath as dull a friend . For thee , whose muse with many an uncouth rhyme Dost in these lines neglected worth bewail , If chance ( unknowing how to kill the time ) Some kindred idler should ...
... hath not toil'd in vain , Perhaps e'en Timon hath as dull a friend . For thee , whose muse with many an uncouth rhyme Dost in these lines neglected worth bewail , If chance ( unknowing how to kill the time ) Some kindred idler should ...
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... hath a thousand charms to please , And with its sweetness , almost wounds the ear , Perhaps in their neglected minds , were sown The seeds of worth , from nature's rich supply ; Such seeds of worth , as might in time have grown , And ...
... hath a thousand charms to please , And with its sweetness , almost wounds the ear , Perhaps in their neglected minds , were sown The seeds of worth , from nature's rich supply ; Such seeds of worth , as might in time have grown , And ...
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Page 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 way-lay.
Page 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.
Page 107 - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon " — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Page 254 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Page 210 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 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.
Page 51 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Page 107 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Page 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.
Page 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.