Dagonet Ditties

By George R. Sims

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• Language: English
• Publisher: DigiCat
• Release date: Aug 15, 2022
• ISBN: 8596547179597

George R. Sims

George R. Sims (1847-1922) fue uno de los dramaturgos y escritores de sátiras más reconocidos de su tiempo. Amigo personal de W. S. Gilbert y Ambrose Bierce, fue autor de más de treinta obras de teatro, algunas de las cuales gozaron de una extensa vida a lo largo y ancho del Reino Unido.

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George R. Sims

Dagonet Ditties

EAN 8596547179597

DigiCat, 2022

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C O N T E N T S .

Dagonet Ditties.

London Day by Day.

For E’er and Hair.

The Artist’s Dilemma.

A Domestic Tragedy.

MORAL.

The Pick-me-up. (WRITTEN AFTER ONE BOTTLE.)

Ad Cor Meum.

Ichabod.

A Derby Ditty.

Shall we Remember?

Paradise and the Sinner. (THE NEW VERSION.)

The Income Tax.

Nonsense.

MORAL.

Le Mardi Gras.

Two Sundays.

The Mails Aboard.

At The Photographer’s. (A BALLAD OF BROADMOOR.)

In Gay Japan. BY SIR EDWIN ARNOLD.

The Balaclava Heroes. (JULY 2, 1890.)

A Child’s Idea.

Sanitation at Sea.

Guignol.

The English Summer.

A Perfect Paradise. (VIDE PELICAN. AFFIDAVITS.)

That Breeze.

Ballad of Old-Time Fogs.

Under the Clock. (AN ACTOR’S SONG.)

The Girl of Forty-seven.

Conventional Malgré Lui.

Home, Sweet Home. (A WINTER’S TALE.)

In Portland Place.

The Shirt Buttons. (AFTER SWINBURNE.)

The Londoner to His Love. (SONG AND DANCE.)

The Eiffel Bonnet.

To a Fair Musician.

A Word for the Police.

The Old Clock on the Stairs. (A Ballad of Broadmoor.)

My Ambition.

A Wish.

The Song of Heredity.

Scotch’d, not Kilt. (THE KAISER’S SONG.)

The Last Resource.

Ye Bars and Gates.

Portrait of a Prince. (BY A SOCIETY GOSSIPER.)

(BY HIMSELF.)

The Strong Men.

A Ballad of Soap. After Andrew Lang.

Envoy.

The Jokeleteer.

Bill Sikes’s Protest.

The Clarinet.

No Evening Dress.

Alone in London. (Dizain.)

The Volunteer.

Those Boots.

A Sunday Song.

Up the Rigi.

A Plea for Mercy.

If You Were Here. (ANY HUSBAND TO ANY WIFE, WITH APOLOGIES TO ALFRED AUSTIN.)

Le Brav’ General

The Paris Exhibition.

The New Legend.

A Mild December.

The Last Duke.

To the Fog.

The Reminiscences of Mr. John Dobbs. Written by Himself.

Pickpocket Poems

I.

II.

III.

The Cigarette.

The Early Milk-Cart.

The Collaborators.

The New Cure.

[TO MR. SMITH.]

[MR. SMITH REPLIES.]

[TO A JUDGE.]

[SIR HENRY REPLIES.]

That New-born Babe.

The Button. (A TALE OF THE TUNNEL.)

A Façon de Parler.

Jackson. (OR, ON THE TRACK.)

Another Danger.

After the Act.

The Rigadoon. (A PASTORAL ROMANCE.)

MORAL (SLIGHTLY MIXED) .

How to Write a Novel. (THE OLD-FASHIONED RECIPE.)

The German Gym. (A MEMORY.)

Tottie. By our Lunatic Rhyming Slangster.

The Welshman in London.

The Magistrate. (BY A LUNATIC LAUREATE.)

The Imperial Institute. (AFTER LORD TENNYSON.)

The Plan of Campaign.

The People’s Palace.

A Charade.

A True Story. (A MORAL POEM FOR CHILDREN.)

The Pirate ’Bus.

The War-Cry.

The Lancet.

MORAL.

A Tale of a Tub.

MORAL.

The Comic King.

C O N T E N T S.

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Dagonet Ditties.

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London Day by Day.

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T HE smoke in vaster volumes rolls,

The fever fiend takes larger tolls,

And sin a fiercer grip of souls,

In London day by day.

Still Buggins builds on swampy site,

And Eiffel houses block the light,

And make a town of dreadful night

Of London day by day.

In fashion’s long and busy street,

The outcast foreign harlots meet,

While Robert smiles upon his beat,

In London day by day.

Still modest maidens’ cheeks are stung

With foulest words from wanton’s tongue,

And oaths yelled out with leathern lung,

In London day by day.

Wealth riots in a mad excess,

While thousands, poor and penniless,

Starve in the mighty wilderness,

Of London day by day.

Wrong proudly rears its wicked head,

While Right’s sad eyes with tears are red,

And sluggard Justice lies abed,

In London day by day.

The liar triumphs, and the knave

Rides buoyant on the rolling wave,

And Liberty makes many a slave

In London day by day.

Yet Hope and Trust and Faith and Love,

And God’s fair dowers from above,

Still find a branch, like Noah’s dove,

In London day by day.

And onward still, though slow the pace,

Press pilgrims of our grand old race,

Who seek the Right with firm-set face,

And shed Truth’s light by God’s good grace

O’er London day by day.

For E’er and Hair.

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I SAID to my sweet in the morning,

We must start on our journey at ten—

She was up in her bedroom adorning,

She’d been there a goodish time then;

And she answered me tenderly, Poppet,

As she came to the top of the stair,

"If you see a cab pass you can stop it,

For I’ve only to finish my hair."

It was ten by the clock of St. Stephen’s

As I sat and looked glum in the hall,

And I offered to wager her evens

She would never be ready at all.

I counted the half and the quarters—

At eleven I ventured to swear;

Then she answered, like one of Eve’s daughters,

"All right, dear—I must do my hair."

I waited till daylight was waning,

I waited till darkness began,

Upbraiding myself for complaining

Like a selfish and bad-tempered man.

But when midnight rang out from the steeple

I ventured to whisper a