Punch, Bind 105Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1893 |
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Side 11
... Business done . - Some votes in Navy Estimates . Casabiancas of the evening . They sit on Treasury Bench , whence all Tuesday . - CAMPBELL - BANNERMAN and W. WOODALL , V.C. , the but they have fled ; listen with polite attention to talk ...
... Business done . - Some votes in Navy Estimates . Casabiancas of the evening . They sit on Treasury Bench , whence all Tuesday . - CAMPBELL - BANNERMAN and W. WOODALL , V.C. , the but they have fled ; listen with polite attention to talk ...
Side 12
... Business done . - Army Estimates in Committee . N. B. shook his golden lilies in their teeth , and punted his Raft into the Tory harbour . JOEY C. turned up after early dinner , and the waters were speedily lashed into foam . Following ...
... Business done . - Army Estimates in Committee . N. B. shook his golden lilies in their teeth , and punted his Raft into the Tory harbour . JOEY C. turned up after early dinner , and the waters were speedily lashed into foam . Following ...
Side 15
... business and urgent elsewhere , but impelled by a sense of public duty to intervene on this occasion ) . HERE ! ( Chord . ) Be consoled , Dame - I will protect thee ! And for thee , Sir Steward , what the mischief art up to , with thy ...
... business and urgent elsewhere , but impelled by a sense of public duty to intervene on this occasion ) . HERE ! ( Chord . ) Be consoled , Dame - I will protect thee ! And for thee , Sir Steward , what the mischief art up to , with thy ...
Side 16
... business rotten . A man of straw thy master seems , No grain of sense is in thy dreams , And my Papa would not approve Even if I would be thy love . But , when times mend , sheep - farms succeed , And all on English mutton feed , Ask me ...
... business rotten . A man of straw thy master seems , No grain of sense is in thy dreams , And my Papa would not approve Even if I would be thy love . But , when times mend , sheep - farms succeed , And all on English mutton feed , Ask me ...
Side 17
... business " to characteristic music . Mlle . BAUERMEISTER great in a small part ; and Madame MELBA does her very best with the singularly uninteresting part of Luisa , who is a very " Limited Loo . ' Signor MASCAGNI conducted the Opera ...
... business " to characteristic music . Mlle . BAUERMEISTER great in a small part ; and Madame MELBA does her very best with the singularly uninteresting part of Luisa , who is a very " Limited Loo . ' Signor MASCAGNI conducted the Opera ...
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Punch, Bind 62–63 Mark Lemon,Henry Mayhew,Tom Taylor,Shirley Brooks,Francis Cowley Burnand,Owen Seaman Fuld visning - 1872 |
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Aloud Alth ALTHEA asked Baron BARTLEY Beau fixe Bench better Business CHARLES CHARLEY'S Aunt Christmas course Curph CURPHEW dear delightful DIARY OF TOBY dinner Eldorado eyes fancy Filk fools garden GEORGE LEWIS girl give hand head hear heard Home-Rule Bill hour House of Commons House of Lords JOKIM Lady LIKA LOBENGULA London look Lord MALWOOD matter Member mind Miss music-hall never night OLD PODLER once Parish Councils Bill party pass PHOEBE PICKLOCK HOLES play poor PRINCE ARTHUR Punch question remember round scene Scotch pipers season seemed sing smile song speak speech SQUIRE OF MALWOOD story suppose sure sweet talk tell thanks there's thing thought to-night told TOMMY Toov Toovey turn walk whilst WILDFIRE wonder word young
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Side 286 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead...
Side 78 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Side 81 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye! When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. "At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Side 249 - ... lost all comfort in life before my friends had done wishing me joy. Yet I chose with caution — a girl bred wholly in the country, who never knew luxury beyond one silk gown, nor dissipation above the annual gala of a race ball. Yet...
Side 97 - There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea...
Side 150 - There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides — met To view the last of me, a living frame For one more picture ! in a sheet of flame I saw them and I knew them all. And yet Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set And blew " Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came...
Side 150 - What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown stone, without a counterpart In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timbers start.
Side 16 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 97 - No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild hyena calls, And owls, that flit continually between, Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan, There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
Side 81 - And some in dreams assured were Of. the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow. And...