Punch, Volume 108Henry Mayhew, Mark Lemon, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1895 - Caricatures and cartoons |
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... chair I gazed . I heard your soft laugh echo [ to me , through The dingy room grown dear Where now was silence ; and ... chairs ; " I daresay there are many matters of more pressing importance . " The courteous official to whom you have ...
... chair I gazed . I heard your soft laugh echo [ to me , through The dingy room grown dear Where now was silence ; and ... chairs ; " I daresay there are many matters of more pressing importance . " The courteous official to whom you have ...
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... Chairs will have been set for the members of the depu- tation . Some of your visitors will be personally known to you , and these you will greet with effusion . Remem- ber that vou must be nothing if not genial . Single out for special ...
... Chairs will have been set for the members of the depu- tation . Some of your visitors will be personally known to you , and these you will greet with effusion . Remem- ber that vou must be nothing if not genial . Single out for special ...
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... chair thrice ? ) as the subject for his annual . That he has been wise in making the selection has been proved by the result . Sir her comic vocalism with a touch of sentiment that makes the whole world kin after it has had its grin ...
... chair thrice ? ) as the subject for his annual . That he has been wise in making the selection has been proved by the result . Sir her comic vocalism with a touch of sentiment that makes the whole world kin after it has had its grin ...
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... chair and shouts that after all he is immortal . Lord Goring . You are quite right . It is as well , too , to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be learnt . Lord Illingworth . Certainly , and ugliness is ...
... chair and shouts that after all he is immortal . Lord Goring . You are quite right . It is as well , too , to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be learnt . Lord Illingworth . Certainly , and ugliness is ...
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... , GIRLS , STOP THIS ! REMEMBER I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU BOTH . " THE COUNTER - CHECK QUARRELSOME . Mr. Esopus Delasparre . " A DIVIDED DUTY . " X. - THE CHAIR . PUNCH , OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI . - JANUARY 19 , 1895 .
... , GIRLS , STOP THIS ! REMEMBER I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU BOTH . " THE COUNTER - CHECK QUARRELSOME . Mr. Esopus Delasparre . " A DIVIDED DUTY . " X. - THE CHAIR . PUNCH , OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI . - JANUARY 19 , 1895 .
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Page 159 - Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and •cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
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Page 93 - The milk — is needed. I mourn, yet grimly chuckle, too, When think that, not I, but you, Should be a fixture ; Not I, but you, must sadly sip, With utterly unwilling lip, Some awful mixture. Not I, but you, must now obey What dictatorial doctors say, So interfering ! I might, perhaps, be less averse To some attractive youthful nurse, And find her cheering. In weather such as we have had Your fate may not have been so bad ; In bed one lingers When blizzards bite the bluish nose. When cold half numbs...
Page 102 - Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 99 - Ostrich, for its putting its head in the mud, and thinking nobody sees it — " " And like a Phoenix, for its power of springing from the ashes of its faults and vices, and soaring up anew into the sky ! " said Martin.
Page 131 - There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place: There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Page 147 - Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared — Mistaking earth for heaven...
Page 102 - How it swells, How it dwells On the future ! How it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells ! Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
Page 287 - THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only...
Page 58 - What exactly this title signified I suppose no two etymologists will ever agree. But we can learn clearly enough from the fashion-plates and caricatures of the day what the Mashers were in outward semblance, from the lampoons what was their mode of life. Unlike the Dandies of the Georgian era they made no pretence to any qualities of the intellect, and, wholly contemptuous of the aesthetes, recognised no art save the art of dress.