William Schwenck Gilbert

(1836 - 1911 / London / England)

William Schwenck Gilbert Poems

121. To My Bride (Whoever She May Be) 1/1/2004
122. Said I To Myself, Said I 1/1/2004
123. A Recipe 1/1/2004
124. The Disagreeable Man 1/1/2004
125. Good Little Girls 1/1/2004
126. Would You Know? 1/1/2004
127. Willow Waly! 1/1/2004
128. Etiquette 1/1/2004
129. The Modern Major-General 1/1/2004
130. Emily, John, James, And I 1/1/2004
131. The Fairy Curate 1/1/2004
132. The Ape And The Lady 1/1/2004
133. How It's Done 1/1/2004
134. The Fickle Breeze 1/1/2004
135. The Bumboat Woman's Story 1/1/2004
136. A Man Who Would Woo A Fair Maid 1/1/2004
137. Ah Me! 1/1/2004
138. The Coming By-And-By 1/1/2004
139. Don'T Forget! 1/1/2004
140. A Mirage 1/1/2004
141. The Fairy Queen's Song 1/1/2004
142. When I First Put This Uniform On 1/1/2004
143. Brave Alum Bey 1/1/2004
144. The Cunning Woman 1/1/2004
145. Haunted 1/1/2004
146. He And She 1/1/2004
147. A Merry Madrigal 1/1/2004
148. A Nightmare 1/1/2004
149. Disillusioned - By An Ex-Enthusiast 1/1/2004
150. Ben Allah Achmet, Or, The Fatal Tum 1/1/2004
151. A Worm Will Turn 1/1/2004
152. Bob Polter 1/1/2004
153. Trial By Jury 1/1/2004
154. Gentle Alice Brown 1/1/2004
155. The Magnet And The Churn 1/1/2004
156. Captain Reece 1/1/2004
157. True Diffidence 1/1/2004
158. The Love-Sick Boy 1/1/2004
159. Anglicised Utopia 1/1/2004
160. Blue Blood 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 Martinet

Some time ago, in simple verse
I sang the story true
Of CAPTAIN REECE, the MANTELPIECE,
And all her happy crew.

I showed how any captain may
Attach his men to him,
If he but heeds their smallest needs,
And studies every whim.

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