|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Sir William Schwenck Gilbert. (18361911) (continued)|
|Is it weakness of intellect, birdie? I cried,|
Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?
With a shake of his poor little head he replied,
Oh, Willow, titwillow, titwillow!
| The Suicides Grave.|
| My object all sublime|
I shall achieve in time
To let the punishment fit the crime.
| The humane Mikado.|
| Lifes a pudding full of plums;|
Cares a canker that benumbs,
Wherefore waste our elocution
On impossible solution?
Lifes a pleasant institution,
Let us take it as it comes!
| The tangled Skein.|
| Man is natures sole mistake.|
| Princess Ida.|
| As innocent as a new-laid egg.|
|William Winter. (18361917)|
| Though all the bards of earth were dead,|
And all their music passed away,
What Nature wishes should be said
Shell find the rightful voice to say.
| The golden Silence.|
| When will the dead world cease to dream,|
When will the morning break?
| The Night Watch.|
| White sail upon the ocean verge,|
Just crimsoned by the setting sun,
Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,
Thy happy homeward course to run
And winged hope, with heart of fire,
To gain the bliss of thy desire.