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Kaiser’s plight—
Tortured with remorseful flames, he won’t have power to quell
If nobody conquer him on earth the devil will in_____.
This poem is written of a visit to the cemetery (“tracks of lifeless friends” is Rosian for “cemetery”). It is particularly notable for the confused speculation at the end.
Thoughts
No place I love to visit more
Than tracks of lifeless friends,
For, when I weary grow, I go
To study odds and ends.…
The great, the mighty, medium, poor
In that one flat do lie
In abject silence, ne’er they spake
No matter how they try.
Some marble symbols which record,
The virtues of the dead
Are like all lawyers in a court,
Who truthful clients dread.…
Wherein like many of the poor
With tiny bits of slate
Stuck round in every shape and form
Apart from rich and great.…
Each slate records the name and age,
Where he or she was laid,
Scored thereon with a gravel stone
Which rock their debts have paid.
Alas! Upon that Mighty Day,
All grades—all sects must rise,
What if the poor the rich shall be
Before poor Riches’ eyes!
This is a polemic against Ros’s most noted critic, Barry Pain, at the announcement of his death.
The End of “Pain”
That Pain has ceased to mock, to mar
Those gems he picked up near and far,
Is evident. His pricky pen
Reclaim it ne’er shall he again
A mighty maggot, he thought he,
A slavey now to Master D.
….
Great Mercy! I shall say no more
But ask and answer as of yore:
Why should all such “rodents of State”
Have scope to nibble—genius great?
The answer is—They’re bare of bread
Their only food—a brilliant head.
Although the title suggests otherwise, this poem is a polemic against modern fashion, and, in the poet’s unspoken last word, against, as she might put it, “s——x.”
The Old Home
By a freak of the lustful that spreads like a disease
Which demanded that females wear pants if you please,
But I stuck to the decentest of attire
And to alter my “gender” I’ll never aspire.
During that hallowed century now dead and gone
In which good Queen Victoria claimed to be born:
From childhood her modesty was seen
Her exalted position demanded when Queen.
She set an example of decency rare,
That no English Queen before her you’d compare:
Neither nude knee nor ankle, nude bosom nor arm
Dare be seen in her presence this Queen to alarm.
She believed in her sex being loving and kind,
And modesty never to march out of line
By exposing those members unrest to achieve,
Which pointed to morals immorally grave.
But said to relate when she bade “Adieu”
To earth and its vanities tainted with “rue”
That centre of fashion, so French in its style.
Did its utmost to vilify decency’s smile.
….
It wasn’t long after till modesty grew
A thing of the past for me and for you;
Last century’s fashions were blown quite aside,
The ill-advised folk of this age now deride.
The petticoat faded away as we do
In circumference it covered not one leg but two,
Its successor exposes the arms, breasts and necks,
Legs, knees and thighs and too often—the ______.
On a Girl Who Took Action for Breach of Promise
She rises mostly every day,
At sunrise, noon or night,
Her one and only thought is where’s
The drink to make her “tight.”
For it very often happens,
That bipeds so inclined
Would practise tricks more filthy
Than drinking too much wine.
… [her lips] form the sweetest mouth e’er made
Void of that horrid smell
Of cigs, so many female grades
Prefer to Heaven or !
The following lines criticize modern women who have picked up bad masculine habits.
from
I Love to See a Lady Nice and Natural at Any Price
And smoke and spit, no matter where,
And very often curse and swear,
I lose my temper o’er these arts
That stamp such women—Dirty Clarts.
When Bad Poems Happen to Good Poets
W illiam Wordsworth, one of England’s greatest poets, poet laureate of
Tortured with remorseful flames, he won’t have power to quell
If nobody conquer him on earth the devil will in_____.
This poem is written of a visit to the cemetery (“tracks of lifeless friends” is Rosian for “cemetery”). It is particularly notable for the confused speculation at the end.
Thoughts
No place I love to visit more
Than tracks of lifeless friends,
For, when I weary grow, I go
To study odds and ends.…
The great, the mighty, medium, poor
In that one flat do lie
In abject silence, ne’er they spake
No matter how they try.
Some marble symbols which record,
The virtues of the dead
Are like all lawyers in a court,
Who truthful clients dread.…
Wherein like many of the poor
With tiny bits of slate
Stuck round in every shape and form
Apart from rich and great.…
Each slate records the name and age,
Where he or she was laid,
Scored thereon with a gravel stone
Which rock their debts have paid.
Alas! Upon that Mighty Day,
All grades—all sects must rise,
What if the poor the rich shall be
Before poor Riches’ eyes!
This is a polemic against Ros’s most noted critic, Barry Pain, at the announcement of his death.
The End of “Pain”
That Pain has ceased to mock, to mar
Those gems he picked up near and far,
Is evident. His pricky pen
Reclaim it ne’er shall he again
A mighty maggot, he thought he,
A slavey now to Master D.
….
Great Mercy! I shall say no more
But ask and answer as of yore:
Why should all such “rodents of State”
Have scope to nibble—genius great?
The answer is—They’re bare of bread
Their only food—a brilliant head.
Although the title suggests otherwise, this poem is a polemic against modern fashion, and, in the poet’s unspoken last word, against, as she might put it, “s——x.”
The Old Home
By a freak of the lustful that spreads like a disease
Which demanded that females wear pants if you please,
But I stuck to the decentest of attire
And to alter my “gender” I’ll never aspire.
During that hallowed century now dead and gone
In which good Queen Victoria claimed to be born:
From childhood her modesty was seen
Her exalted position demanded when Queen.
She set an example of decency rare,
That no English Queen before her you’d compare:
Neither nude knee nor ankle, nude bosom nor arm
Dare be seen in her presence this Queen to alarm.
She believed in her sex being loving and kind,
And modesty never to march out of line
By exposing those members unrest to achieve,
Which pointed to morals immorally grave.
But said to relate when she bade “Adieu”
To earth and its vanities tainted with “rue”
That centre of fashion, so French in its style.
Did its utmost to vilify decency’s smile.
….
It wasn’t long after till modesty grew
A thing of the past for me and for you;
Last century’s fashions were blown quite aside,
The ill-advised folk of this age now deride.
The petticoat faded away as we do
In circumference it covered not one leg but two,
Its successor exposes the arms, breasts and necks,
Legs, knees and thighs and too often—the ______.
On a Girl Who Took Action for Breach of Promise
She rises mostly every day,
At sunrise, noon or night,
Her one and only thought is where’s
The drink to make her “tight.”
For it very often happens,
That bipeds so inclined
Would practise tricks more filthy
Than drinking too much wine.
… [her lips] form the sweetest mouth e’er made
Void of that horrid smell
Of cigs, so many female grades
Prefer to Heaven or !
The following lines criticize modern women who have picked up bad masculine habits.
from
I Love to See a Lady Nice and Natural at Any Price
And smoke and spit, no matter where,
And very often curse and swear,
I lose my temper o’er these arts
That stamp such women—Dirty Clarts.
When Bad Poems Happen to Good Poets
W illiam Wordsworth, one of England’s greatest poets, poet laureate of
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