Ambiguity Arose - After Rose Aylmer Walter Savage Landor Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Oh, what avails a pretty face
with beauty creams besprinkled,
for Father Time wins every race,
soon age Life’s page has wrinkled.

Where is the flush, the lush embrace,
starred eyes that carefree twinkled?
Night draws its shutters, leaves no trace
of light, save mem’ries sinkled.

Oh, What avails a pretty face,
and voice divinely tinkled,
if all behind be ugly, base,
with mind both blind and wrinkled?

Some say unique is every case,
eyes amber, periwinkled,
yet all too soon return to base,
AND DNA's ash sprinkled.

Oh, What avails a pretty face,
bright eye sublimely crinkled,
each must a double lie encase
life left confirms this inkle!


© Jonathan Robin – robi3_0313 parody written 17 December 1991 revised 14 May 2007 and 31 October 2008 Parody Walter Savage LANDOR 1775_1864 Rose Aylmer for previous versions - title Rose Aylmer's Cousin - see below


Rose Aylmer's Cousin


Oh, what avails a pretty face
with beauty creams besprinkled,
as Father Time wins every race,
soon age Life’s page has wrinkled.

Where is the flush, the lush embrace,
starred eyes that carefree twinkled?
Night draws its shutters, leaves no trace
of light, save mem’ries sinkled.

Oh, What avails a pretty face,
and voice dIvinely tinkled,
if all behind be ugly, base,
with mind both blind and wrinkled?

Oh, What avails a pretty face,
and eye sublimely crinkled,
should it a double lie encase
and life confirm this inkle? ...


© Jonathan Robin – parody written 17 December 1991 revised 14 May 2007 for initial version see below

Rose Aylmer's Cousin

Oh, what avails a pretty face
with beauty creams besprinkled,
for Father Time wins every race,
soon age Life’s page has wrinkled.

The flush once full that did embrace,
those eyes that carefree twinkled,
Night pulls its shutters, leaves no trace
of light, save mem’ries crinkled.



© Jonathan Robin – robi3_0313 parody written 17 December 1991
Parody Walter Savage LANDOR 1775_1864 Rose Aylmer





Rose Aylmer


Ah, what avails the sceptred race!
Ah, what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.

Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and signs
I consecrate to thee.



Walter Savage LANDOR 1775_1864

see also

Rose Aylmer’s Cousin


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Gail White

Night of Memories



Rose Aylmer whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.



Mr Latimer in County Chronicle 1950

Angela Thirkell 1890_1961
Parody Walter Savage LANDOR 1775_1864 Rose Aylmer


A Confession

Roundel


I’ve loved but thee, who art but stay!
If told the startling truth must be,
I'llspeak: forget the words, I pray,
'I've loved but thee.'

'Twas not on Herrick, but on me
That Julia cast for many a day
Her wondrous spell of witcherie;
And I it was who, wakeful, lay,
And sighed that I should never see
Rose Aylmer: so I cannot say,
I’ve loved but thee.


Parody Julia – Robert Herrick
and
Parody Walter Savage LANDOR 1775_1864 Rose Aylmer


Published 1890 J. G. CUPPLES Co. Boston
Herbert Walcott Bowen 1856_1927



Oh, What Avail?





Ah, what avail the loaded dice?
Ah, what the tubs of wine?
What every weakness, every vice?
Tom Cardan, all were thine.





Aldous Huxley 1894_1963 Barren Leaves
Parody Walter Savage LANDOR 1775_1864 Rose Aylmer