William Schwenck Gilbert

(1836 - 1911 / London / England)

William Schwenck Gilbert Poems

41. The British Tar 1/1/2004
42. Pasha Bailey Ben 1/1/2004
43. The Independent Bee 1/1/2004
44. The Bishop And The Busman 1/1/2004
45. The Duke And The Duchess 1/1/2004
46. Lost Mr. Blake 1/1/2004
47. He Loves! 1/1/2004
48. The Baffled Grumbler 1/1/2004
49. The Englishman 1/1/2004
50. Only Roses 1/1/2004
51. Phrenology 1/1/2004
52. Put A Penny In The Slot 1/1/2004
53. The Captain And The Mermaids 1/1/2004
54. The Tangled Skein 1/1/2004
55. The Judge's Song 1/1/2004
56. The Humane Mikado 1/1/2004
57. The Contemplative Sentry 1/1/2004
58. The Ghosts' High Noon 1/1/2004
59. Mister William 1/1/2004
60. The Disconcerted Tenor 1/1/2004
61. Joe Golightly - Or, The First Lord's Daughter 1/1/2004
62. Sir Barnaby Bampton Boo 1/1/2004
63. The Martinet 1/1/2004
64. The Sailor Boy To His Lass 1/1/2004
65. Lorenzo De Lardy 1/1/2004
66. Solatium 1/1/2004
67. Old Paul And Old Tim 1/1/2004
68. The Reward Of Merit 1/1/2004
69. Sans Souci 1/1/2004
70. One Against The World 1/1/2004
71. The Way Of Wooing 1/1/2004
72. The Merryman And His Maid 1/1/2004
73. The Susceptible Chancellor 1/1/2004
74. To A Little Maid - By A Politician 1/1/2004
75. Thespis: Act Ii 1/1/2004
76. My Lady 1/1/2004
77. An Appeal 1/1/2004
78. Speculation 1/1/2004
79. Thomson Green And Harriet Hale 1/1/2004
80. Proper Bride 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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