Punch, Zväzok 111

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Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Owen Seaman, Francis Cowley Burnand, Shirley Brooks
Punch Publications Limited, 1896

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Strana 210 - May the great God, whom I worship, grant to my country, and for the benefit of Europe in general, a great and glorious victory, and may no misconduct in any one tarnish it; and may humanity after victory be the predominant feature in the British fleet! For myself individually, I commit my life to Him that made me; and may His blessing alight on my endeavours for serving my country faithfully!
Strana 90 - A combination and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband.
Strana 24 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Strana 162 - Yes, I have a pair of eyes,' replied Sam, 'and that's just it. If they wos a pair o' patent double million magnifyin' gas microscopes of hextra power, p'raps I might be able to see through a flight o' stairs and a deal door; but bein' only eyes, you see, my wision's limited.
Strana 186 - A little work, a little play To keep us going — and So good-day! A little warmth, a little light Of love's bestowing — and So, good-night! A little fun, to match the sorrow Of each day's growing — and So, good-morrow! A little trust that when we die We reap our sowing — and So, good-bye!
Strana 180 - With the single exception of Homer, there is no eminent writer, not even Sir Walter Scott, whom I can despise so entirely as I despise Shakespeare when I measure my mind against his.
Strana 227 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys ? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite! Old Time is a liar! We're twenty to-night! We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more ? He's tipsy, —young jackanapes ! —show him the door!
Strana 244 - Are not Abana and Pharpar, rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel? May I not wash in them, and be clean?
Strana 273 - Oysters followed them. And yet another four: And thick and fast they came at last. And more, and more, and more All hopping through the frothy waves. And scrambling to the shore. The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so.
Strana 57 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

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