Punch, Volume 107Henry Mayhew, Mark Lemon, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1894 |
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... Head - ha ! ha ! ha ! -I should know those well - loved lineaments . " " I perceive , indeed , " said the Knight , with scarcely - veiled complacency , " that you have perused my friend ATTICUS- ADDISON'S all - too flattering account of ...
... Head - ha ! ha ! ha ! -I should know those well - loved lineaments . " " I perceive , indeed , " said the Knight , with scarcely - veiled complacency , " that you have perused my friend ATTICUS- ADDISON'S all - too flattering account of ...
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... head , And with a natural sigh , " This is some Landlord's skull , " said he , " Who fell in our Great Victory ! IV . • " This jug of ale , my WITLERINE , Seems rather thin and flat ! Eh ! Budget - Beer . ' of the new tap ? Watered ...
... head , And with a natural sigh , " This is some Landlord's skull , " said he , " Who fell in our Great Victory ! IV . • " This jug of ale , my WITLERINE , Seems rather thin and flat ! Eh ! Budget - Beer . ' of the new tap ? Watered ...
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... head , and you find it a labour to swallow . And as to your nose ! -well , I do not suppose Or I really can't think every species of stink for that organ reformers feel pity , would find such ready home in the City . There's nothing ...
... head , and you find it a labour to swallow . And as to your nose ! -well , I do not suppose Or I really can't think every species of stink for that organ reformers feel pity , would find such ready home in the City . There's nothing ...
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... head On the bed ; But the hope of sleep deferred is deadly dull , So I cull Memoranda from the great and golden time Of my prime . Twenty years ago at Henley - on - the - Thames , While the gems Of the season simply sparkled into cheers ...
... head On the bed ; But the hope of sleep deferred is deadly dull , So I cull Memoranda from the great and golden time Of my prime . Twenty years ago at Henley - on - the - Thames , While the gems Of the season simply sparkled into cheers ...
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... head a - dabble in the dust , And eyes tear - sealed in a saline crust , I lie all loathly in my rags and rust- Yet learn that strange delight may lurk in self - disgust . " clines to stir before lunch . Capt . Thick . ( resentfully ) ...
... head a - dabble in the dust , And eyes tear - sealed in a saline crust , I lie all loathly in my rags and rust- Yet learn that strange delight may lurk in self - disgust . " clines to stir before lunch . Capt . Thick . ( resentfully ) ...
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Punch, Volumes 62-63 Mark Lemon,Henry Mayhew,Tom Taylor,Shirley Brooks,Francis Cowley Burnand,Owen Seaman Visualização completa - 1872 |
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Página 117 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Página 3 - 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.
Página 231 - JUSTUM et tenacem propositi virum Non civium ardor prava jubentium, Non vultus instantis tyranni Mente quatit solida, neque Auster, Dux inquieti turbidus Adriae, 5 Nee fulminantis magna manus Jovis : Si fractus illabatur orbis, * Impavidum ferient ruinae.
Página 117 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, — past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Página 282 - Porte engages to carry into effect, without further delay, the improvements and reforms demanded by local requirements in the provinces inhabited by Armenians, and to guarantee their security from Kurds and Circassians.
Página 111 - Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back — For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
Página 81 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Página 294 - Little boy blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under the haystack, fast asleep.
Página 3 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found.