William Schwenck Gilbert

(1836 - 1911 / London / England)

William Schwenck Gilbert Poems

1. The Played-Out Humorist 1/1/2004
2. The Reverend Simon Magus 1/1/2004
3. The Sensation Captain 1/1/2004
4. The Mystic Selvagee 1/1/2004
5. The House Of Peers 1/1/2004
6. The Folly Of Brown - By A General Agent 1/1/2004
7. The National Anthem 1/1/2004
8. The Modest Couple 1/1/2004
9. The Perils Of Invisibility 1/1/2004
10. The Periwinkle Girl 1/1/2004
11. The Mighty Must 1/1/2004
12. The Phantom Curate 1/1/2004
13. The Haughty Actor 1/1/2004
14. The Force Of Argument 1/1/2004
15. The Family Fool 1/1/2004
16. The Reverend Micah Sowls 1/1/2004
17. The Sorcerer's Song 1/1/2004
18. The Two Majors 1/1/2004
19. The Troubadour 1/1/2004
20. The Rover's Apology 1/1/2004
21. The Philosophic Pill 1/1/2004
22. The Sorcerer: Act I 1/1/2004
23. The Precocious Baby - A Very True Tale 1/1/2004
24. The Story Of Prince Agib 1/1/2004
25. The Three Kings Of Chickeraboo 1/1/2004
26. The Rival Curates 1/1/2004
27. King Borria Bungalee Boo 4/15/2010
28. The Heavy Dragoon 1/1/2004
29. The Bishop Of Rum-Ti-Foo 1/1/2004
30. Poetry Everywhere 1/1/2004
31. The Baby's Vengeance 1/1/2004
32. Peter The Wag 1/1/2004
33. Out Of Sorts 1/1/2004
34. The Bishop Of Rum-Ti-Foo Again 1/1/2004
35. Sir Macklin 1/1/2004
36. Her Terms 1/1/2004
37. Sleep On! 1/1/2004
38. Limited Liability 1/1/2004
39. The Sorcerer: Act Ii 1/1/2004
40. The First Lord's Song 1/1/2004
Best Poem of William Schwenck Gilbert

A Classical Revival

At the outset I may mention it's my sovereign intention
To revive the classic memories of Athens at its best,
For my company possesses all the necessary dresses,
And a course of quiet cramming will supply us with the rest.
We've a choir hyporchematic (that is, ballet-operatic)
Who respond to the CHOREUTAE of that cultivated age,
And our clever chorus-master, all but captious criticaster,
Would accept as the CHOREGUS of the early Attic stage.
This return to classic ages is considered in their wages,
Which are always calculated by the day or by the week -
And I'll ...

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The Love-Sick Boy

When first my old, old love I knew,
My bosom welled with joy;
My riches at her feet I threw;
I was a love-sick boy!
No terms seemed too extravagant
Upon her to employ -
I used to mope, and sigh, and pant,
Just like a love-sick boy!

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