Foam and Fangs The foam and the fangs and the flowers, The raving and ravenous rage As a condor confined in a cage! I've wander'd the wild waste of slaughter, And murmur'd much more than I meant; I've paused at Penelope's portal, So strange are the sights that I've seen, And mighty's the mind of the mortal Who knows what I mean. 545 Walter Parke. X NARRATIVE LITTLE BILLEE THERE were three sailors of Bristol City There was gorging Jack, and guzzling Jimmy, Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "I am extremely hungaree." To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, "We've nothing left, us must eat we." Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "O Billy! we're going to kill and eat you, "First let me say my catechism, Which my poor mother taught to me." "Make haste! make haste!" says guzzling Jimmy, While Jack pulled out his snicker-snee. The Crystal Palace Then Bill went up to the main-top-gallant-mast, He scarce had come to the Twelfth Commandment "Jerusalem and Madagascar, And North and South Amerikee, So when they got aboard of the Admiral's, The captain of a Seventy-three. 547 W. M. Thackeray. THE CRYSTAL PALACE WITH ganial foire Ye sacred nymphs of Pindus, That wondthrous thing, Say, Paxton, truth, Thou wondthrous youth, What power was lint You to invint This combineetion cristial. O would before That Thomas Moore, Of godlike song, Cast oi on that cast oiron! And saw thim walls, And glittering halls, Which I, poor pote, Could not denote, No, not in twinty vollums. My Muse's words Is like the bird's That roosts beneath the panes there; Her wings she spoils 'Gainst them bright toiles, And cracks her silly brains there. This Palace tall, This Cristial Hall, Which Imperors might covet, Stands in High Park Like Noah's Ark, A rainbow bint above it. The towers and fanes, In other scaynes, The fame of this will undo, Saint Paul's big doom, Saint Payther's, Room. And Dublin's proud Rotundo. 'Tis here that roams, As well becomes Her dignitee and stations, Victoria Great, And houlds in state The Congress of the Nations. Her subjects pours Her Injians and Canajians, Her kingdoms three, Attind with our allagiance. The Crystal Palace Her bould allies, They send their best I seen (thank Grace!) That gave the pass, With conscious proide I stud insoide And look'd the World's Great Fair in, Was dazzled quite, And couldn't see for staring. There's holy saints And window paints, By maydiayval Pugin; Alhamborough Jones Did paint the tones, Of yellow and gambouge in. There's fountains there And crosses fair; To play, d'ye see, "God save the Queen," by turrns. There's statues bright Of marble white, Of silver, and of copper; And some in zinc, And some, I think, That isn't over proper. 549 |