Blue Blood Poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
Blue Blood
Spurn not the nobly born
With love affected,
Nor treat with virtuous scorn
The well connected.
High rank involves no shame -
We boast an equal claim
With him of humble name
To be respected!
Blue blood! Blue blood!
When virtuous love is sought,
Thy power is naught,
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood!
Spare us the bitter pain
Of stern denials,
Nor with low-born disdain
Augment our trials.
Hearts just as pure and fair
May beat in Belgrave Square
As in the lowly air
Of Seven Dials!
Blue blood! Blue blood!
Of what avail art thou
To serve me now?
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood!
Blue blood! Blue blood! Of what avail art thou To serve me now? . a big question.. in this centuary we hold on to such theories of bloo blood.. power, money, authority? ? ß they are all big questions.. questionable always. tony
'Spurn not the nobly born With love affected, Nor treat with virtuous scorn The well connected. High rank involves no shame -' sadly not true, bad form is not restricted to any class, a name is worth only what we make it
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Blue blood! Blue blood! When virtuous love is sought, Thy power is naught, Though dating from the Flood, Blue blood! amazing...