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WS Gilbert Poems
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo'd by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety;
Ballad: The Yarn of the Nancy Bell
'Twas on the shores that round our coast From Deal to Ramsgate span, That I found alone on a piece of stone An elderly naval man.
The Family Fool
Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon, If you listen to popular rumour; From morning to night he's so joyous and bright, And he bubbles with wit and good humour!
The BALLYSHANNON foundered off the coast of Cariboo, And down in fathoms many went the captain and the crew; Down went the owners - greedy men whom hope of gain allured: Oh, dry the starting tear, for they were heavily insured.
The Pirates of Penzance: Act I
DRAMATIS PERSONAE MAJOR-GENERAL STANLEY
If you're anxious for to shine in the high aesthetic line, as a man of culture rare, You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and plant them everywhere.
Ballad: A Worm Will Turn
I love a man who'll smile and joke When with misfortune crowned; Who'll pun beneath a pauper's yoke, And as he breaks his daily toke,
Ballad: Emily, John, James, and I
EMILY JANE was a nursery maid, JAMES was a bold Life Guard, JOHN was a constable, poorly paid (And I am a doggerel bard).
A Man Who Would Woo a Fair Maid
A man who would woo a fair maid, Should 'prentice himself to the trade; And study all day, In methodical way,
He is an Englishman! For he himself has said it, And it's greatly to his credit, That he is an Englishman!
Ballad: The Fairy Curate
Once a fairy Light and airy Married with a mortal; Men, however,
The Independent Bee
A hive of bees, as I've heard say, Said to their Queen one sultry day, "Please your Majesty's high position, The hive is full and the weather is warm,
The Coming By-and-By
Sad is that woman's lot who, year by year, Sees, one by one, her beauties disappear; As Time, grown weary of her heart-drawn sighs, Impatiently begins to "dim her eyes"! -
Ballad: The Cunning Woman
On all Arcadia's sunny plain, On all Arcadia's hill, None were so blithe as BILL and JANE, So blithe as JANE and BILL.
Comments about WS Gilbert
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is
taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in
For your brain is on fire - the bedclothes conspire of usual
slumber to plunder you:
First your counterpane goes and uncovers your toes, and your sheet
slips demurely from under you;
Then the blanketing tickles - you feel like mixed pickles, so
terribly sharp is the pricking,
And you're hot, and you're cross, and you tumble and toss till
there's nothing 'twixt you and the ticking.
Then the ...