Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
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Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
Parodies
All your parts be in harmony,
All your verses in unison,
Singing――“There’ll be a glorious
Golden harvest, this Jubilee!”
XI.
Are there blunders glooming in the Navy?
Are inspectors moving in the darkness?
Trust My Lords aright to guide the people
Till the blunders pass, th’ inspectors vanish,
And the Press is Victor, and the darkness
Dawns into the――Jubilee of the Pages.
_Moonshine._ April 6, 1887.
――――
THE HOME RULE JUBILATION ODE.
Fifty times seven days are past and ended,
Eighty Whigs have ratted and turned Tory,
Since your William burned his boats, his bridges
He renowned for a wordiness
Rare in fable or history,
King and God of the Radicals,
Crowned with Papal diadem
Never worn by a wordier,
Now with splendid audacity
Reigns the King of Obstructionists.
Partner with Parnell, chief of Irish despots,
Stewed in his juice with Harcourt the vainglorious,
Yet is your William noble, great, and god-like.
You then noisily, all of you
Stump the towns for Disunion.
Let Misrule hold high festival;
Everywhere let the multitude,
Home Rule each to the heart of it,
Raise the standard of Anarchy;
Hail the monarch of egotism,
_Quod sic volo sic jubeo_.
Be as true to England as to Gordon,
Glorying in the trials of her Rulers,
Sorrowing with the griefs of the disloyal.
You that, wanting in intellect,
Spare not now to be boisterous,
Call your thousands to demonstrate,
Make it hot for your neighbourhood.
Give your gold to Invincibles,
Let the landlords be boycotted,
Let the juries be browbeaten,
Let the maimed make the best of it,
Spread the gospel of Anarchy.
Henry’s ears are pricked to catch your brayings,
Gray your ravings to report is burning,
Even my Granny joins the Home Rule chorus.
You, the Paddy-American,
Shape a missile of Dynamite;
Make it really dangerous,
Some explosive material
Like the missile of Clerkenwell,
Which may frighten the Unionists,
All the Unionists terrify,
Frighten them into anarchy.
Fifty times repeat the loud explosion,
Fifty times the midnight crime and outrage,
Till at length you rend the mighty empire.
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