Punch, Volumes 92-93Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1887 - Caricatures and cartoons |
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Alderman Ambleside arsked ARTHUR BALFOUR asked BALFOUR Bench better Bill British BUFFALO BILL Business called cheers Closure Coercion Bill course Court Covent Garden cried dear debate delighted dinner English eyes fancy feel gentleman girl give GLADSTONE GoSCHEN hand HARCOURT HARTINGTON head hear heart honour hour House of Commons Irish JOHN DILLON Jubilee Lady London look Lord Lord SALISBURY m'Lord matter mind Miss morning never Nibbs night Office once Palace Parliament Parnellites party perhaps person piece play poor present Prince Punch QUEEN question RANDOLPH Reciter replied round Royal Royat scene seat seems sing sitting smile SMITH song sort SPEAKER speech Street sure tell Theatre there's thing thought TIM HEALY to-night TOBY turned voice W. H. SMITH werry wish young
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Page 190 - Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed To prove it fresh from the river. He cut it short, did the great god Pan, (How tall it stood in the river !) Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man, Steadily from the outside ring, And notched the poor dry empty thing In holes, as he sat by the river. 'This is the way...
Page 65 - Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine. My Ben ! Or come again, Or send to us Thy wit's great overplus ; But teach us yet Wisely to husband it, Lest we that talent spend, And having once brought to an end That precious stock, the store Of such a wit the world should have no more.
Page 89 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore...
Page 3 - From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay. That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St.
Page 4 - ... stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's embattled pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw...
Page 159 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate.
Page 183 - Well, not this evenin', So, my little dear (brusquely), adoo!" very act of flight by memories of this last adventure — the one bright and cheering episode, possibly, in his entire professional career.) Fast he speeds across the housetops! (Rapid delivery for this.) (Very gently.) But his bosom throbs with bliss, For upon his rough lips linger Traces of a baby's kiss. (Most delicate treatment will be necessary in the last couplet — or the audience may understand it in a painfully literal sense.)...
Page 183 - All forgotten now the jewels, Once the purpose of his "job"; Down he sinks upon the door-mat, With a deep and choking sob.
Page 30 - At length there sauntered up, on the opposite side of the way — with a bad pretence of passing by accident — a figure conspicuous for its dirty smartness, which after a great many frowns and jerks of the head, in resistance of the invitation, ultimately crossed the road and was brought into the shop. •'' There. It's Dick Swiveller...
Page 183 - oo work to bweak in houses ? Nana told me so, I 'm sure ! Will 'oo twy if 'oo can manage to bweak in my dolls'-house door ? " I tan never det it undone, so my dollies tan't det out ; They don't like the fwont to open every time...