Punch, Bind 105Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1893 |
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Side 10
... suppose our " shag " -fumes seem as sweet to them as to us others ; But - well , they do not treat us here as badged machines , but human brothers . Stranded , alone , at seventy - five , after a life of luckless labour , One feels what ...
... suppose our " shag " -fumes seem as sweet to them as to us others ; But - well , they do not treat us here as badged machines , but human brothers . Stranded , alone , at seventy - five , after a life of luckless labour , One feels what ...
Side 12
... suppose , from look of it , that it is only beginning of things . An all - night NuSSEY to - day ; a weekly NUSSEY before parched July has wet its lips ; and so on , till I become a monthly NUSSEY . Very kind of you to come and see me ...
... suppose , from look of it , that it is only beginning of things . An all - night NuSSEY to - day ; a weekly NUSSEY before parched July has wet its lips ; and so on , till I become a monthly NUSSEY . Very kind of you to come and see me ...
Side 18
... suppose That your eye was as steady as ever ; Yet you balance that eel on the end of your nose- What makes you so awfully clever ? , " " You are young , " smiled old WILL ; " you don't yet understand , The point of the eel - you'd be ...
... suppose That your eye was as steady as ever ; Yet you balance that eel on the end of your nose- What makes you so awfully clever ? , " " You are young , " smiled old WILL ; " you don't yet understand , The point of the eel - you'd be ...
Side 19
... SUPPOSE THAT YOUR EYE WAS AS STEADY AS EVER ; YET YOU BALANCE THAT EEL ON THE END OF YOUR NOSE- WHAT MAKES YOU SO AWFULLY CLEVER ? " I AN ORATOR " POUR RIRE . " ( A. PUNCH , OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI . - JULY 15 , 1893 .
... SUPPOSE THAT YOUR EYE WAS AS STEADY AS EVER ; YET YOU BALANCE THAT EEL ON THE END OF YOUR NOSE- WHAT MAKES YOU SO AWFULLY CLEVER ? " I AN ORATOR " POUR RIRE . " ( A. PUNCH , OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI . - JULY 15 , 1893 .
Side 24
... suppose that is clear enough to the generous mind . But I know a blunder is some- times worse than a crime . The fact is , about the time I spoke at Castlerea , things were so bad in Ireland , the police so little hesita- ting to shoot ...
... suppose that is clear enough to the generous mind . But I know a blunder is some- times worse than a crime . The fact is , about the time I spoke at Castlerea , things were so bad in Ireland , the police so little hesita- ting to shoot ...
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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...