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作者:世纪史诗      更新:2022-11-23 12:13      字数:9322
  For hours and hours that dismal actor walked; And talked; and talked;
  and   talked;   and   talked;   Till   lethargy   upon   the   parson   crept;  And   sleepy
  MICAH SOWLS serenely slept。
  He slept away until The farce that closed the bill Had warned him not
  to stay; And then he went away。
  〃I   thought   MY   gait   ridiculous;〃   said   he   …   〃MY   elocution   faulty   as
  could be; I thought I mumbled on a matchless plan … I had not seen our
  great Tragedian!
  〃Forgive   me;   if   you   can;   O   great   Tragedian!   I   own   it   with   a   sigh   …
  You're drearier than I!〃
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  Ballad: A Discontented Sugar
  Broker
  A GENTLEMAN of City fame Now claims your kind attention; East
  India   broking   was   his   game;   His   name   I   shall   not   mention:   No   one   of
  finely…pointed sense Would violate a confidence; And shall I go And do it?
  No! His name I shall not mention。
  He had a trusty wife and true; And very cosy quarters; A manager; a
  boy or two; Six clerks; and seven porters。 A broker must be doing well (As
  any lunatic can tell) Who can employ An active boy; Six clerks; and seven
  porters。
  His knocker advertised no dun; No losses made him sulky; He had one
  sorrow … only one … He was extremely bulky。 A man must be; I beg to state;
  Exceptionally fortunate Who owns his chief And only grief Is … being very
  bulky。
  〃This   load;〃   he'd   say;   〃I   cannot   bear;   I'm   nineteen   stone   or   twenty!
  Henceforward I'll go in for air And exercise in plenty。〃 Most people think
  that; should it come; They can reduce a bulging tum To measures fair By
  taking   air   And   exercise   in   plenty。 In   every   weather;    every   day;  Dry;
  muddy; wet; or gritty; He took to dancing all the way From Brompton to
  the City。 You do not often get the chance Of seeing sugar brokers dance
  From their abode In Fulham Road Through Brompton to the City。
  He braved the gay and guileless laugh Of children with their nusses;
  The   loud   uneducated   chaff   Of   clerks   on   omnibuses。   Against   all   minor
  things that rack A nicely…balanced mind; I'll back The noisy chaff And ill…
  bred laugh Of clerks on omnibuses。
  His friends; who heard his money chink; And saw the house he rented;
  And   knew   his   wife;   could   never   think   What   made   him   discontented。   It
  never entered their pure minds That fads are of eccentric kinds; Nor would
  they own That fat alone Could make one discontented。
  〃Your riches know no kind of pause; Your trade is fast advancing; You
  dance … but not for joy; because You weep as you are dancing。 To dance
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  implies that man   is glad; To   weep implies that   man is sad;   But here   are
  you Who do the two … You weep as you are dancing!〃
  His   mania   soon   got   noised   about   And   into   all   the   papers;   His   size
  increased beyond a doubt For all his reckless capers: It may seem singular
  to   you;  But   all his   friends   admit   it   true   … The   more   he   found   His   figure
  round; The more he cut his capers。
  His bulk increased … no matter that … He tried the more to toss it … He
  never spoke of it as 〃fat;〃 But 〃adipose deposit。〃 Upon my word; it seems
  to   me   Unpardonable   vanity   (And   worse   than   that)   To   call   your   fat   An
  〃adipose deposit。〃
  At length his brawny knees gave way; And on the carpet sinking; Upon
  his shapeless back he lay And kicked away like winking。 Instead of seeing
  in his state The finger of unswerving Fate; He laboured still To work his
  will; And kicked away like winking。
  His   friends;   disgusted   with   him   now;   Away   in   silence   wended       …   I
  hardly like to tell you how This dreadful story ended。 The shocking sequel
  to impart; I must employ the limner's art … If you would know; This sketch
  will show How his exertions ended。
  MORAL。
  I hate to preach … I hate to prate … … I'm no fanatic croaker; But learn
  contentment from the fate Of this East India broker。 He'd everything a man
  of taste Could ever want; except a waist; And discontent His size anent;
  And bootless perseverance blind; Completely wrecked the peace of mind
  Of this East India broker。
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  Ballad: The Pantomime 〃Super〃
  To His Mask
  Vast   empty    shell!   Impertinent;    preposterous     abortion!    With   vacant
  stare;    And    ragged    hair;   And    every    feature   out   of   all  proportion!
  Embodiment   of   echoing   inanity!   Excellent   type   of   simpering   insanity!
  Unwieldy; clumsy nightmare of humanity! I ring thy knell!
  To…night   thou   diest;   Beast   that   destroy'st   my   heaven…born     identity!
  Nine     weeks     of  nights;   Before     the   lights;  Swamped       in  thine    own
  preposterous nonentity; I've been ill…treated; cursed; and thrashed diurnally;
  Credited for the smile you wear externally … I feel disposed to smash thy
  face; infernally; As there thou liest!
  I've been thy brain: I'VE been the brain that lit thy dull concavity! The
  human race Invest MY face With thine expression of unchecked depravity;
  Invested     with    a  ghastly    reciprocity;   I'VE    been    responsible     for  thy
  monstrosity; I; for thy wanton; blundering ferocity … But not again!
  'T is   time   to   toll Thy  knell;  and that of   follies pantomimical: A nine
  weeks' run; And thou hast done All thou canst do to make thyself inimical。
  Adieu;   embodiment   of   all   inanity!   Excellent   type   of   simpering   insanity!
  Unwieldy; clumsy nightmare of humanity! Freed is thy soul!
  (THE MASK RESPONDETH。)
  Oh!  master   mine;  Look thou   within   thee;  ere  again ill…using   me。 Art
  thou aware Of nothing there Which might abuse thee; as thou art abusing
  me? A brain that mourns THINE unredeemed rascality? A soul that weeps
  at   THY  threadbare   morality?   Both   grieving   that   THEIR   individuality   Is
  merged in thine?
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  Ballad: The Force Of Argument
  Lord B。 was a nobleman bold Who came of illustrious stocks; He was
  thirty or forty years old; And several feet in his socks。
  To   Turniptopville…by…the…Sea   This   elegant   nobleman   went;   For   that
  was a borough that he Was anxious to rep…per…re…sent。
  At local assemblies he danced Until he felt thoroughly ill; He waltzed;
  and he galoped; and lanced; And threaded the mazy quadrille。
  The maidens of Turniptopville Were simple … ingenuous … pure … And
  they all worked away with a will The nobleman's heart to secure。
  Two maidens all others beyond Endeavoured his cares to dispel … The
  one was the lively ANN POND; The other sad MARY MORELL。
  ANN POND had determined to try And carry the Earl with a rush; Her
  principal feature was eye; Her greatest accomplishment … gush。
  And MARY chose this  for her  play: Whenever  he looked   in her  eye
  She'd blush and turn quickly away; And flitter; and flutter; and sigh。
  It was noticed he constantly sighed As she worked out the scheme she
  had planned; A fact he endeavoured to hide With his aristocratical hand。
  Old     POND     was   a  farmer;   they   say;  And    so  was    old  TOMMY
  MORELL。 In a humble and pottering way They were doing exceedingly
  well。
  They both of them carried by vote The Earl was a dangerous man; So
  nervously clearing his throat; One morning old TOMMY began:
  〃My darter's no pratty young doll … I'm a plain…spoken Zommerzet man
  …   Now   what   do   'ee   mean   by   my   POLL;   And   what   do   'ee   mean   by   his
  ANN?
  Said   B。;   〃I   will   give   you   my   bond   I   mean   them   uncommonly   well;
  Believe me; my excellent POND; And credit me; worthy MORELL。
  〃It's quite indisputable; for I'll prove it with singular ease; … You shall
  have it in 'Barbara' or 'Celarent' … whichever you please。
  'You see; when an anchorite bows To the yoke of intentional sin; If the
  state of the country allows; Homogeny always steps in …
  〃It's a highly aesthetical bond; As any mere ploughboy can tell … 〃 〃Of
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  course;〃 replied puzzled old POND。 〃I see;〃 said old TOMMY MORELL