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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... tell us , in their stead , to praise The jokes on seasonable ills , The epigrams on quarter - days , The jeux d'esprit on mud and bills ; But as for honest glee and cheer , Since every cause for joy's demolished , Why , Christmas , too ...
... tell us , in their stead , to praise The jokes on seasonable ills , The epigrams on quarter - days , The jeux d'esprit on mud and bills ; But as for honest glee and cheer , Since every cause for joy's demolished , Why , Christmas , too ...
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... tell you how dull it is here . I hope you are faring far better , I trust , as I bid you adieu , That you may divine that this letter Is really intended for you ! " RICHARD HIMSELF AGAIN . " " RETURN again Whittington. JANUARY 5 , 1895 ...
... tell you how dull it is here . I hope you are faring far better , I trust , as I bid you adieu , That you may divine that this letter Is really intended for you ! " RICHARD HIMSELF AGAIN . " " RETURN again Whittington. JANUARY 5 , 1895 ...
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... tell me that . Why dost thou sing ? O Lady , have we ever In thought or action done thee any wrong ? Then wherefore should'st thou visit us for ever With thy one song ? Why dost thou sing ? -None offers a suggestion , None dares to do ...
... tell me that . Why dost thou sing ? O Lady , have we ever In thought or action done thee any wrong ? Then wherefore should'st thou visit us for ever With thy one song ? Why dost thou sing ? -None offers a suggestion , None dares to do ...
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... tell him how fortunate I had been . " How many have you shot ? " he asked me . 66 Twenty - four , " was my reply . " Count them , " said my father . I did so , and you may judge of my astonishment when I found that twenty - six had ...
... tell him how fortunate I had been . " How many have you shot ? " he asked me . 66 Twenty - four , " was my reply . " Count them , " said my father . I did so , and you may judge of my astonishment when I found that twenty - six had ...
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... tell I do not use my rooms very frequently , and consequently it has become a sort of a proverb amongst my co - par- ceners in Pump - Handle Court , à propos of anything of a cumbersome character , " When in doubt , put it into ...
... tell I do not use my rooms very frequently , and consequently it has become a sort of a proverb amongst my co - par- ceners in Pump - Handle Court , à propos of anything of a cumbersome character , " When in doubt , put it into ...
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admirable ain't Alan ALFRED ARRY ARTHUR WELLESLEY PEEL asked AVERIDGE awdl Baron Bench better Bill Business called Chair charming comes course Court dance DAUDET dear delight Don CURRIE eyes fancy feel gentlemen GEORGE CURZON girl give hand head hear heard heart Herne Bay HIPPOPOTAMUS hour House of Commons influenza Irish JOHN JOKIM JONES King Arthur Lady London look Lord MALWOOD matter Members ment Miss Mopsa Muriel never night once party PERUGINO play poor PORTINGTON PRINCE ARTHUR Punch round SARK scene seems SILOMIO sing sitting smile song SPEAKER speech sport Spreta SQUIRE OF MALWOOD sure sweet talk Tantallon Castle tell there's thing thought tion to-night TOBY TOMMY turn Verger Viola voice vote W. G. GRACE Welsh woman words write young
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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.