Punch, Bände 66-67

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Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman
Punch Publications Limited, 1874
 

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Seite 194 - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honour refuse us: Well, we would kill them; challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too...
Seite 172 - Open the Abbey doors and bear him in To sleep with king and statesman, chief and sage, The missionary come of weaver-kin, But great by work that brooks no lower wage. He needs no epitaph to guard a name Which men shall prize while worthy work is known ; He lived and died for good — be that his fame : Let marble crumble : this is Living — stone.
Seite 161 - ... 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.
Seite 172 - Twas but to crush it down, and on again ! He knew not that the trumpet he had blown, Out of the darkness of that dismal land, Had reached, and roused an army of its own, To strike the chains from the Slave's fettered hand. Now, we believe, he knows, sees all is well : How God had stayed his will, and shaped his way, To bring the light to those that darkling dwell, With gains that life's devotion well repay. Open the Abbey doors, and bear him in To sleep with king and statesman, chief, and sage, The...
Seite 108 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Seite 159 - And a' bids me pay my way like a man, Whether I can't, or whether I can : And, as I ha'n't beef, to be thankful for bread, And bless the Lord it ain't turmuts instead : And never envy the farmer's pig, For all a...
Seite 160 - Our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with.
Seite 172 - From agony of fever, blam, and boil, 'Twas but to crush it down, and on again ! He knew not that the trumpet he had blown, Out of the darkness of that dismal land, Had reached, and roused an army of its own, To strike the chains from the Slave's fettered hand.
Seite 236 - Acland writes to defend John Ruskin Who an undergraduate team has made, For once, from May-term, morn to dusk, in Hincksey soil to set working spade. So very Utopian! So Quixotic! Such is the euphemistic phrase. Equivalent to idiotic For Athletes guided to useful ways. Pity we have for the man who thinks he Proves Ruskin fool for work like this. Why shouldn't young Oxford lend hands to Hincksey, Though Doctrinaires may take it amiss?
Seite 225 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury...

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