Category: Poetry
The parodies from “Diversions of the Echo Club,” by Bayard Taylor, and Mary and Her Lamb, from “New Waggings of Old Tales,” by Frank Dempster Sherman, are published by permission of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Company.
UPON a tuffet of most soft and verdant moss, Beneath the spreading branches of an ancient oak, Miss Muffet sat, and upward gazed, To where a linnet perched and sung, And rocked...
14. Part 14And oh, my unemotional countrymen, Who choose to dally and to temporize, When once before with vitriolic pen I told the tale of Turkish infamies, Once more I call to vengeance,—...
5. Part 5’TIS a last choice Havana I hold here alone; All its fragrant companions In perfume have flown. No more of its kindred To gladden the eye, So my empty cigar case I close with a...
4. Part 4An’ when wi’ Eve he’ll had a crack, He’ll teuk his sneeshin’ horn, An’ on the tap ye’ll well mitch mark A pony praw Cairngorm. The sneeshin’ mull is fine, my friens— The sneeshi...
15. Part 15BEAUTIFUL soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup? Beau...
2. Part 2Miss Cary was a pioneer of parody in America and one of the few women writers who have done clever work of this sort. Miss Cary’s parodies are numerous and uniformly first-class...
6. Part 6“Up, up, up, In the morn before daylight, The bathman cries ‘Get up,’ (I wish he were up for a fight). While underneath the eaves, The dry snug swallows cling; But give them a c...
3. Part 3TO have it out or not. That is the question— Whether ’tis better for the jaws to suffer The pangs and torments of an aching tooth Or to take steel against a host of troubles, An...
11. Part 11Three mothers waited outside the gate. Three little fishers, tired, sunburnt, and worn, Came into sight as the evening grew late, Their chubby feet bleeding, their clothing all...
10. Part 10Well, Jack and Jill—God knows the life they led (The poet never told us, more’s the pity) Pent up in some damp kennel of their own, Beneath the hillside; but it once befell That...
7. Part 7SOMEWHAT back from the village street Stands the old fashioned country seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplar trees their shadows throw. And there throughout the livelong...
13. Part 13I’ve wander’d the wild waste of slaughter, I’ve sniffed up the sepulchre’s scent, I’ve doated on devilry’s daughter, And murmur’d much more than I meant; I’ve paused at Penelope...
9. Part 9IN Africa (a Quarter of the World), 1 Men’s skins are black, their hair is crisp and curl’d, And somewhere there, unknown to public view, A mighty city lies, called Timbuctoo.
12. Part 12Her nose is keen as pointed flame; Her crimson lips no thing express; And never dread of saintly blame Held down her heavy eyelashes: To guess what she were thinking of Preclude...
16. Part 16BACK in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, was monarch Over the sea-ribb’d land of the fleet-footed Norsemen, Once there went forth young Ursa to gaze at the heavens— Ursa—the...
1. Part 1The parodies from “Diversions of the Echo Club,” by Bayard Taylor, and Mary and Her Lamb, from “New Waggings of Old Tales,” by Frank Dempster Sherman, are published by permissio...
17. Part 17LADY JANE _A. T. Quiller-Couch_ 69 Last Cigar, The 76 Last Ride Together, The _J. K. Stephen_ 212 Laureate, The _William Aytoun_ 163 Laureate’s Log, A _Punch_ 178 Laureate’s Tou...
18. Part 18SCOTT, SIR WALTER 58, 358 Shakespeare 17 Southey, Robert 66 Spenser, Edmund 15, 356 Stevenson, R. L. 298 Stoddard, Mrs. R. H. 231 Stoddard, R. H. 243 Swift, Dr. Jonathan 357 Swi...