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Qtiiller-Couch: Behold I am not one
The certainty of space, punctuation, sexes, institutions,
copiousness, degrees, committees, delicatesse,
or the fetters of rhyme—
For none of these do I care: but least for the fetters of
rhyme.
Myself only I sing. Me Impeturbe! Me Prononce!
Me progressive and the depths of me progressive,
And the Anglice bathos
Of me chaunting to the Public the song of Simple
Enumeration.
SIR ARTHUR QUILLER-COUOH
THE ANCIENT MARINER
(Abbreviated)
A goggle-eyed old mariner
Addressed a gilded nut:
'I've travelled wide and far in a
Three-master—schooner-cut.
'I tweaked a bloomm albatross,
And got 'im on the 'ead,
Which, when I'd been and done, old 'oss,
I wished that I wos dead.
' Wot with that bird about me neck
And sperrits without water,
And 'eavenly hosts around the deck,
Ifeltldidn'toughter.
"I eats my 'umble—wouldn't you?
Their anger I appeases.
I lives to 'oist my slacks—an' chew,
And drink my—wot you pleases.'
ANON
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