Quotes about vogue, page 7
An Old Song
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills
The tonga-horn shall ring,
So long as down the Solon dip
The hard-held ponies swing,
So long as Tara Devi sees
The lights of Simla town,
So long as Pleasure calls us up,
Or Duty drivese us down,
If you love me as I love you
What pair so happy as we two?
So long as Aces take the King,
Or backers take the bet,
So long as debt leads men to wed,
Or marriage leads to debt,
So long as little luncheons, Love,
And scandal hold their vogue,
While there is sport at Annandale
Or whisky at Jutogh,
If you love me as I love you
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poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Ballad
A WONDERFUL age
Is now on the stage:
I'll sing you a song, if I can,
How modern Whigs,
Dance forty-one jigs,
But God bless our gracious Queen Anne.
The kirk with applause
Is established by laws
As the orthodox church of the nation.
The bishops do own
It's as good as their own.
And this, Sir, is call'd moderation.
It's no riddle now
To let you see how
A church by oppression may speed;
Nor is't banter or jest,
That the kirk faith is best
On the other side of the Tweed.
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poem by Jonathan Swift
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Oh Captain, Thy Enemy Is Within!
Oh Captain, Thy enemy is within!
Buck up then, our rank and file is thin;
’Twas peace-time; our soldiers o’er-slept awhile;
Beware; the enemy is but a mile!
Ye tried thy best so long, I can vouch tho’,
Thy strategies failed, ye better know;
Precious time is lost; Wake up great soldier!
Do or die Sir! But fly thy flag higher.
O brave Captain, thy foes look stronger;
The traitors shan’t mislead any longer;
The Cat is out of the bag; Truth bespeaks;
’Tis not too late; ’Tis not the war’s peak.
Ye did well; just muster up thy courage;
Protect us from the enemy’s barrage;
Things can’t go on like this; so buck up man;
Change strategies to succeed if you can.
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poem by John Celes
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A Song Of Impossibilities
LADY, I loved you all last year,
How honestly and well --
Alas! would weary you to hear,
And torture me to tell;
I raved beneath the midnight sky,
I sang beneath the limes --
Orlando in my lunacy,
And Petrarch in my rhymes.
But all is over! When the sun
Dries up the boundless main,
When black is white, false-hearted one,
I may be yours again!
When passion's early hopes and fears
Are not derided things;
When truth is found in falling tears,
Or faith in golden rings;
When the dark Fates that rule our way
Instruct me where they hide
One woman that would ne'er betray,
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poem by Winthrop Mackworth Praed
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Marvel
There’s nothing in the universe, nothing in DC
That’s fantastic or galactic enough to be me
I’m a marvel
So amazing and venomous with a lyrical hook
I cause carnage in the streets and everywhere you look
I’m a marvel
It all started out like any other normal day
My shirt was quicksilver and my jeans were grey
A fresh sheet in front of me and a pencil mixing in
Rhymes deadly as weapon x, like I’m from Michigan
Slick as night crawlers and with twice the mystique
Wiser than any professor teaching magnetism
Word factors multiplied into a strange pragmatism
I wrote like a colossus while in a toad’s physique
Then it hit me, I suddenly realized
I could write with a fury that could shield the sky
Or set it on fire in waves like a jet ski
I wouldn’t need a phoenix to come resurrect me
From America to Britain, no captain could defend me
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poem by P.R. Prosper
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Ode To The Philistines
In an age of Mammon and Greed,
In an age of Humbug and Cant,
Where Speech is greater than Deed
In the reign of the sycophant,
Let us turn from the shameless lips that babble of things Divine,
And shout to the God we know not the Song of the Philistine!
All hail, as you gather and pass
From the mansion and counting-house,
Men with a front of brass;
Men with the soul of a mouse;
Men with the mark of the beast scored as deep on your brows unclean
As erst on the brows that quailed ’neath the scourge of the Nazarene.
Six days shalt thou swindle and lie!
On the seventh—tho’ it soundeth odd—
In the odour of sanctity
Thou shalt offer the Lord, thy God,
A threepenny bit, a doze, a start, and an unctuous smile,
And a hurried prayer to prosper another six days of guile.
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poem by George Essex Evans
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The Old Bark School
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes
Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool;
And the walls were mostly cracks lined with calico and sacks –
There was little need for windows in the school.
Then we rode to school and back by the rugged gully-track,
On the old grey horse that carried three or four;
And he looked so very wise that he lit the master's eyes
Every time he put his head in at the door.
He had run with Cobb and Co. – "that grey leader, let him go!"
There were men "as knowed the brand upon his hide",
And "as knowed it on the course". Funeral service: "Good old horse!"
When we burnt him in the gully where he died.
And the master thought the same. 'Twas from Ireland that he came,
Where the tanks are full all summer, and the feed is simply grand;
And the joker then in vogue said his lessons wid a brogue –
'Twas unconscious imitation, let the reader understand.
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poem by Henry Lawson
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Sur la mer
Larges voiles au vent, ainsi que des louanges,
La proue ardente et fière et les haubans vermeils,
Le haut navire apparaissait, comme un archange
Vibrant d'ailes qui marcherait, dans le soleil.
La neige et l'or étincelaient sur sa carène ;
Il étonnait le jour naissant, quand il glissait
Sur le calme de l'eau prismatique et sereine ;
Les mirages, suivant son vol, se déplaçaient.
On ne savait de quelle éclatante Norvège
Le navire, jadis, avait pris son élan,
Ni depuis quand, pareil aux archanges de neige,
Il étonnait les flots de son miracle blanc.
Mais les marins des mers de cristal et d'étoiles
Contaient son aventure avec de tels serments,
Que nul n'osait nier qu'on avait vu ses voiles,
Depuis toujours, joindre la mer aux firmaments.
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poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Canaris
Lorsqu'un vaisseau vaincu dérive en pleine mer ;
Que ses voiles carrées
Pendent le long des mâts, par les boulets de fer
Largement déchirées ;
Qu'on n'y voit que des morts tombés de toutes parts,
Ancres, agrès, voilures,
Grands mâts rompus, traînant leurs cordages épars
Comme des chevelures ;
Que le vaisseau, couvert de fumée et de bruit,
Tourne ainsi qu'une roue ;
Qu'un flux et qu'un reflux d'hommes roule et s'enfuit
De la poupe à la proue ;
Lorsqu'à la voix des chefs nul soldat ne répond ;
Que la mer monte et gronde ;
Que les canons éteints nagent dans l'entre-pont,
S'entre-choquant dans l'onde ;
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poem by Victor Hugo
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Empire State Of Mind
Yeah, Yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot,560 State Street
Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude, that I am most definitely from
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poem by Sirius White
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