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Parody and Imitation
SARAGOSSA
(In imitation of Thomas Moore)
Pepita, my paragon, bright star of Arragon;
Listen, dear, listen; your Cristobal sings.
From my cot that lies buried a short way from Lerid
Love and a diligence lent me their wings.
Swift as a falcon I flew to thy balcony.
(Is it bronchitis? I can't sing a bar.)
Greet not with merriment Love's first experiment;
Listen, Pepita! I've brought my catarrh.
Manuel the matador may, like a flat, adore
Donna Dolores: I pity his choice,
For they say that her governor lets neither lover nor
Anyone else hear the sound of her voice.
Brother Bartolome (stoutish Apollo) may
Sigh for Sabina—you'll pardon this cough?—
And Isabel's votary, Nunez the notary,
Vainly—(that sneeze again? Loved one, I'm Off!)
H. s. LKIGH
'TWAS EVER THUS
(In imitation of Thomas Moore)
I never rear'd a young gazelle,
(Because, you see, I never tried);
But had it known and loved me well,
No doubt the creature would have died.
My rich and aged Uncle John
Has known me long and loves me well,
But still persists in living on—
I would he were a young gazelle.
H. S. LEIGH
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