Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volume 5Reeves & Turner, 1888 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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... Soul . " Cato ' " 311 Mitchell's Soliloquy . 1729 ... The Belle's Soliloquy . J. P. Roberdeau Lady Townley's Soliloquy ... ... 311 312 ... ... 312 " Ovid , it must be so - thou reason'st well " Joseph Addison's prose writings parodied ...
... Soul . " Cato ' " 311 Mitchell's Soliloquy . 1729 ... The Belle's Soliloquy . J. P. Roberdeau Lady Townley's Soliloquy ... ... 311 312 ... ... 312 " Ovid , it must be so - thou reason'st well " Joseph Addison's prose writings parodied ...
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... Soul . Strange Visitors . 1869 Walt Whitman . Song of Myself ; Miracles ; On Thanksgiving Day ... To Walt Whitman in America . A. C. Swinburne A Parody from Once a Week . 1868 ... Walt Whitman on Oxford . Shotover Papers . Home - sweet ...
... Soul . Strange Visitors . 1869 Walt Whitman . Song of Myself ; Miracles ; On Thanksgiving Day ... To Walt Whitman in America . A. C. Swinburne A Parody from Once a Week . 1868 ... Walt Whitman on Oxford . Shotover Papers . Home - sweet ...
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... Soul . 14 Full many a Gem of purest Ray serene , The dark unfathom'd Caves of Ocean bear : Full many a Flower is born to blush unseen , And waste its Sweetness on the desart Air . 15 Some village Hampden , that , with dauntless Breast ...
... Soul . 14 Full many a Gem of purest Ray serene , The dark unfathom'd Caves of Ocean bear : Full many a Flower is born to blush unseen , And waste its Sweetness on the desart Air . 15 Some village Hampden , that , with dauntless Breast ...
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... 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 ' unhonour'd Dead , Dost in these Lines their artless ...
... 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 ' unhonour'd Dead , Dost in these Lines their artless ...
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... Soul no warm returning Love For some endear'd Companion left behind . From Friendship's Breast reluctant they withdrew , And with a sigh forsook their native air : To their fond Parents when they bad adieu Gush'd from their Eye the ...
... Soul no warm returning Love For some endear'd Companion left behind . From Friendship's Breast reluctant they withdrew , And with a sigh forsook their native air : To their fond Parents when they bad adieu Gush'd from their Eye the ...
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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.
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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.
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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.