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

Comments about William Schwenck Gilbert

  • Terri Norvell (2/2/2012 7:04:00 PM)

    Absolutely love this verse! Captures the spirit of nature honorably! The Oak holds that space in my heart as well.

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Best Poem of William Schwenck Gilbert

The Yarn Of The Nancy Bell

'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.

His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key:

"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."

And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,
For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,
And ...

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The Judge's Song

When I, good friends, was called to the Bar,
I'd an appetite fresh and hearty,
But I was, as many young barristers are,
An impecunious party.
I'd a swallow-tail coat of a beautiful blue -
A brief which was brought by a booby -
A couple of shirts and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby!

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