Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, 5. köideJohnson Reprint Corporation, 1888 |
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... Young Ass . 1794 126 The Modern Gilpin , or the adventures of John Oldstock . 1838 ... ... ... 322 Playhouse Musings . Rejected Addresses . 1812 125 The Rose ... ... 72 Kubla Khan . " 72 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 126 ... 72 ...
... Young Ass . 1794 126 The Modern Gilpin , or the adventures of John Oldstock . 1838 ... ... ... 322 Playhouse Musings . Rejected Addresses . 1812 125 The Rose ... ... 72 Kubla Khan . " 72 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 126 ... 72 ...
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... young Prince . Pity the sorrows of a poor young Girl . 1853 ... Pity the sorrows of a poor old Clerk . 1856 Pity the sorrows of an ill - used Man . 1872 Pity the sorrows of a poor old Bar . 1874 1850 ... The Sibylline Books . 1856 170 ...
... young Prince . Pity the sorrows of a poor young Girl . 1853 ... Pity the sorrows of a poor old Clerk . 1856 Pity the sorrows of an ill - used Man . 1872 Pity the sorrows of a poor old Bar . 1874 1850 ... The Sibylline Books . 1856 170 ...
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... young man ... ... Hans Breitmann's Barty . C. G. LELAND The Fate of the Four Her washing ended with the day . Phoebe Carey Leedle Yawcob Strauss . CHARLES F. ADAMS Leedle Eduard Strauss . Punch . 1885 On the Pier . W. Wilkins in ...
... young man ... ... Hans Breitmann's Barty . C. G. LELAND The Fate of the Four Her washing ended with the day . Phoebe Carey Leedle Yawcob Strauss . CHARLES F. ADAMS Leedle Eduard Strauss . Punch . 1885 On the Pier . W. Wilkins in ...
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... Young : 64 -Such blessings Nature pours , " O'erstock'd mankind enjoy but half her stores ; " In distant wilds , by human eyes unseen , " She rears her flow'rs , and spreads her velvet green : " Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert ...
... Young : 64 -Such blessings Nature pours , " O'erstock'd mankind enjoy but half her stores ; " In distant wilds , by human eyes unseen , " She rears her flow'rs , and spreads her velvet green : " Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert ...
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... young Saunders " sees his setting son , - And Gyngell pulls his red tom - tawdry down . Now three cart - horses draw the caravan , O'er smooth MacAdams , to provincial fairs , And pining showmen , with companions wan , Make dreary ...
... young Saunders " sees his setting son , - And Gyngell pulls his red tom - tawdry down . Now three cart - horses draw the caravan , O'er smooth MacAdams , to provincial fairs , And pining showmen , with companions wan , Make dreary ...
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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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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 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.
Page 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.
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 - 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.
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Page 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.
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.
Page 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...