The Tomahawk: A Saturday Journal of Satire, Band 5Arthur William A'Beckett Office of the Tomahawk, 1869 With large folding colored cartoons, by the celebrated Matt Morgan. |
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ACROSTIC admiration Annerley appeared Arthur à'Beckett BANQUO better Branscombe British Byron called certainly charity Childers CHORUS Church course Court CULPAM QUI PECCATUM dear Dieppe doubt drama Duke England English fact fashion feel Formosa France French gentleman give Government hand heart honour hope House INVITAT CULPAM Ireland Irish justice King LADY MACBETH London look Lord magistrate Margate Mary Warner Matt Morgan matter mean ment moral murder Musidora never night noble once Pall Mall Pall Mall Gazette Pancras papers PECCATUM PRÆTERIT persons piece police poor present PRICE TWOPENCE Prince Pulp question Ramsgate Royal SATURDAY JOURNAL scene seems Sir Robert Carden Slicker sort Spagmore says spirit Squigsby street sure Tackler thing tion Tom Taylor TOMAHAWK Topps truth W. S. Gilbert week words write young
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Seite 182 - What? Ghost I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day...
Seite 182 - Haste me to know it ; that I with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. GHOST. I find thee apt ; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe's Wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this.
Seite 182 - Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul...
Seite 182 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks.to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood: — List, list, O list!
Seite 182 - Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list ! — If thou didst ever thy dear father love, Ham.
Seite 182 - Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away: but that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular* hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.
Seite 150 - I thank you for the kind manner in which you have received the toast which has been proposed by Mr.
Seite 194 - I am commanded by my Lords Commissioners of the Admiralty to acquaint you that they have...
Seite 115 - The Seven Curses of London. By JAMES GREENWOOD, "The Amateur Casual.
Seite 14 - WELCOME TO THE ILLUSTRIOUS STRANGER. PLAGUE of Egypt, from over the sea, Ismail Pasha ! Viceroy, Khideve", or whatever you be, Jacksons, O'Tooles, and McStunners are we, But all John Bulls in our welcome of thee, Ismail Pasha ! Welcome him, blunder of escort and suite, Mounted inspector, and mob in the street ! Call up the first cab his Highness to meet ! Throw his hat-box and Bradshaw and rug on the seat ! Welcome him ! feast him with fourpenny treat, One glass of old ale and a sandwich to eat !...