Category: Poetry
A Satire Anthology
Those by Oliver Wendell Holmes, James Russell Lowell, John G. Saxe, Edward Rowland Sill, John Hay, Bayard Taylor and Edith Thomas are published by permission of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co.
Chapters
4. Part 4
INTERRED beneath this marble stone Lie sauntering Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this globe their courses run. If human things went ill or...
12. Part 12HOW hardly doth the cold and careless world Requite the toil divine of genius-souls, Their wasting cares and agonizing throes! I had a friend, a sweet and precious friend, One p...
10. Part 10IF all the trees in all the woods were men, And each and every blade of grass a pen; If every leaf on every shrub and tree Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea Were changed...
14. Part 14Our peerage we’ve remodelled on an intellectual basis, Which certainly is rough on our hereditary races. (They are going to remodel it in England.) The brewers and the cotton lo...
7. Part 7UNLIKE those feeble gales of praise Which critics blew in former days, Our modern puffs are of a kind That truly, really “raise the wind”; And since they’ve fairly set in blowin...
2. Part 2IT chanced that I, the other day, Was sauntering up the Sacred Way, And musing, as my habit is, Some trivial random fantasies, When there comes rushing up a wight Whom only by h...
6. Part 6WHAT motley cares Corilla’s mind perplex, Whom maids and metaphors conspire to vex! In studious dishabille behold her sit, A letter’d gossip and a household wit: At once invokin...
11. Part 11GR-R-R--there go, my heart’s abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God’s blood, would not mine kill you! What! your myrtle-bush wa...
15. Part 15Every patriotic duty we leave undone, With aversion such as Hebrews hold for pork, Since we venerate the very name of London In proportion to our hatred of New York.
3. Part 3TO thee, whose forehead swells with roses, Whose most haunted bower Gives life and scent to every flower, Whose most adoréd name encloses Things abstruse, deep, and divine; Whos...
9. Part 9OUR village, that’s to say, not Miss Mitford’s village, but our village of Bullock’s Smithy, Is come into by an avenue of trees, three oak pollards, two elders, and a withy; And...
17. Part 17IF this little world to-night Suddenly should fall through space In a hissing, headlong flight, Shrivelling from off its face, As it falls into the sun, In an instant every trac...
5. Part 5A lovely young lady I mourn in my rhymes; She was pleasant, good-natured, and civil (sometimes); Her figure was good; she had very fine eyes, And her talk was a mixture of fooli...
13. Part 13Can eternity bring back the seconds now wasted In hopeless desire? or restore to his breast The belief he has lost, with the bliss he once tasted, Embracing the midge that his b...
16. Part 16“RUN down and get the doctor--quick!” Cried Jack Bean with a whoop; “Run, Dan; for mercy’s sake, be quick! Our baby’s got the croup.” But Daniel shook his solemn head, His sanct...
8. Part 8WOMAN, experience might have told me That all must love thee who behold thee; Surely experience might have taught, Thy firmest promises are naught; But, placed in all thy charms...
1. Part 1Those by Oliver Wendell Holmes, James Russell Lowell, John G. Saxe, Edward Rowland Sill, John Hay, Bayard Taylor and Edith Thomas are published by permission of Messrs. Houghton...
18. Part 18If I were mock Pompeian, And you Belgravian Greek, We’d glide ’mid gaping Vandals In shapeless sheets and sandals, Like shades in Tartarean Dim ways remote and bleak-- If I were...
19. Part 19THACKERAY, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE Damages, Two Hundred Pounds 182 Mr. Molony’s Account of the Ball Given to the Nepaulese Ambassador by the Peninsular and Oriental Company 179 Sorrow...