Successful Recitations eBook

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Yea, I will smite!  Grant me but “swerveless wynd,”
  And I will pipe a cadence rife with thrills;
With “nearness” and “foreverness” I’ll bind
  A “downflung sheaf” of outslants, paeans and trills;
Pass me th’ “quenchless gleam of Titian hair,”
  And eke th’ “oozing forest’s woozy clumps;”
Now will I go upon a metric tear
  And smite th’ lyre with great resounding thumps.



    The noble King of Brentford
      Was old and very sick,
    He summon’d his physicians
      To wait upon him quick: 
    They stepp’d into their coaches
      And brought their best physick.

    They cramm’d their gracious master
      With potion and with pill;
    They drenched him and they bled him: 
      They could not cure his ill. 
    “Go fetch,” says he, “my lawyer;
      I’d better make my will.”

    The monarch’s Royal mandate
      The lawyer did obey;
    The thought of six-and-eightpence
      Did make his heart full gay. 
    “What is’t,” says he, “your Majesty
      Would wish of me to-day?”

    “The doctors have belabour’d me
      With potion and with pill: 
    My hours of life are counted,
      O man of tape and quill! 
    Sit down and mend a pen or two;
      I want to make my will.

    “O’er all the land of Brentford
      I’m lord, and eke of Kew: 
    I’ve three-per-cents and five-per-cents;
      My debts are but a few;
    And to inherit after me
      I have but children two.

    “Prince Thomas is my eldest son;
      A sober prince is he,
    And from the day we breech’d him
      Till now—­he’s twenty-three—­
    He never caused disquiet
      To his poor mamma or me.

    “At school they never flogg’d him;
      At college, though not fast,
    Yet his little-go and great-go
      He creditably pass’d,
    And made his year’s allowance
      For eighteen months to last.

    “He never owed a shilling,
      Went never drunk to bed,
    He has not two ideas
      Within his honest head—­
    In all respects he differs
      From my second son, Prince Ned.

    “When Tom has half his income
      Laid by at the year’s end,
    Poor Ned has ne’er a stiver
      That rightly he may spend,
    But sponges on a tradesman,
      Or borrows from a friend.

    “While Tom his legal studies
      Most soberly pursues,
    Poor Ned must pass his mornings
      A-dawdling with the Muse: 
    While Tom frequents his banker,
      Young Ned frequents the Jews.

    “Ned drives about in buggies,
      Tom sometimes takes a ’bus;
    Ah, cruel fate, why made you
      My children differ thus? 
    Why make of Tom a dullard,
      And Ned a genius?’

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