December 27, 1884.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Scene—Mr. Punch’s Sanctum. Mr. Punch and the Poet Laureate discovered in confidential confabulation.
Mr Punch.
Poet Laureate.
Mr. Punch.
Poet Laureate.
Mr. Punch.
Poet Laureate
Mr. Pune*
Poet Laureate.
Mr. Punch.
When bard meets bard, then comes the—pipe of peace !
“ I pipe but as the linnets sing,” you know,
“And do but sing”—and smoke—“because I must.”
Refill, my Lord! Could Raleigh make a third,
(Defiant here of James’s Counterblast,)
The spacious times of great Elizabeth
Might seem returned—almost.
Well qualified !
Shall “days that deal in ana ” deal with aught
In the large-thoughted free Shakspearian style?
Leviathan may not be aped—or judged—
By “ literary leeches.”
Humph ! There peeps
A glint of green from out that pocket.
(,flushing slightly). Oh !
My play—my poem—say my poem-play ;
No theatre-thing, in present trim at least.
But Selborne likes it; you, I thought, might care
To scan—appraise-
Mellifluous Alfred mine,
From green to green, of cover, know I it.
And think ?
A large-schemed work wakes many thoughts
Scarce summable in the smart young critic’s phrase
Of cynical cocksureness. Stately-sweet,
High-souled, and unhysteric, like all verse
From lips that satyr-froth has never stained,
Nor Cockney spasm vulgarised.
Poet Laureate. Such praise
From Punch’s lips is present pledge of Fame.
Mr. Punch Well buttered, both!—-would sneer the Twopenny Timon ;
Eh, Toby?
Scene—Mr. Punch’s Sanctum. Mr. Punch and the Poet Laureate discovered in confidential confabulation.
Mr Punch.
Poet Laureate.
Mr. Punch.
Poet Laureate.
Mr. Punch.
Poet Laureate
Mr. Pune*
Poet Laureate.
Mr. Punch.
When bard meets bard, then comes the—pipe of peace !
“ I pipe but as the linnets sing,” you know,
“And do but sing”—and smoke—“because I must.”
Refill, my Lord! Could Raleigh make a third,
(Defiant here of James’s Counterblast,)
The spacious times of great Elizabeth
Might seem returned—almost.
Well qualified !
Shall “days that deal in ana ” deal with aught
In the large-thoughted free Shakspearian style?
Leviathan may not be aped—or judged—
By “ literary leeches.”
Humph ! There peeps
A glint of green from out that pocket.
(,flushing slightly). Oh !
My play—my poem—say my poem-play ;
No theatre-thing, in present trim at least.
But Selborne likes it; you, I thought, might care
To scan—appraise-
Mellifluous Alfred mine,
From green to green, of cover, know I it.
And think ?
A large-schemed work wakes many thoughts
Scarce summable in the smart young critic’s phrase
Of cynical cocksureness. Stately-sweet,
High-souled, and unhysteric, like all verse
From lips that satyr-froth has never stained,
Nor Cockney spasm vulgarised.
Poet Laureate. Such praise
From Punch’s lips is present pledge of Fame.
Mr. Punch Well buttered, both!—-would sneer the Twopenny Timon ;
Eh, Toby?
Werk/Gegenstand/Objekt
Titel
Titel/Objekt
Preface
Weitere Titel/Paralleltitel
Serientitel
Punch
Sachbegriff/Objekttyp
Inschrift/Wasserzeichen
Aufbewahrung/Standort
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Inv. Nr./Signatur
H 634-3 Folio
Objektbeschreibung
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Werktitel/Werkverzeichnis
Herstellung/Entstehung
Künstler/Urheber/Hersteller (GND)
Entstehungsdatum
um 1884
Entstehungsdatum (normiert)
1879 - 1889
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Auftrag
Publikation
Fund/Ausgrabung
Provenienz
Restaurierung
Sammlung Eingang
Ausstellung
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