Punch, Volumes 106-107Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1894 |
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Page 93 - So like a shatter'd column lay the King; Not like that Arthur who, with lance in rest, From spur to plume a star of tournament. Shot thro' the lists at Camelot, and charged Before the eyes of ladies and of kings.
Page 146 - Where in short breaths the doubtful days respire, And Time's turned glass lets through the sighing sands; This is the end of every man's desire.
Page 263 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, " 'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, " Who fell in the great victory.
Page 186 - To be sure it will — but what the plague! a play is not to show occurrences that happen every day, but things just so strange, that though they never did, they might happen.
Page 167 - There is a fine stuffed chavender, A chavender or chub, That decks the rural pavender, The pavender or pub, Wherein I eat my gravender, My gravender or grub. How good the honest gravender ! How snug the rustic pavender ! From sheets as sweet as lavender, As lavender or lub, I jump into my tavender, My tavender or tub.
Page 182 - I have found out a gift for my fair ; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed ; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 15 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies, The shield of that red star.
Page 94 - We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.