Lapis Lazuli
I HAVE heard that hysterical women say
They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.
Of poets that are always gay,
For everybody knows or else should know
That if nothing drastic is done
Aeroplane and Zeppelin will e out.
Pitch like King Billy bomb-balls in
Until the town lie beaten flat.
All perform their tragic play,
There struts Hamlet, there is Lear,
Thats Ophelia, that Cordelia;
Yet they, should the last se be there,
The great stage curtain about to drop,
If worthy their promi part in the play,
Do not break up their lio weep.
They know that Hamlet and Lear are gay;
Gaiety transfiguring all that dread.
All men have aimed at, found and lost;
Black out; Heaven blazing into the head:
Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.
Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages,
And all the drop-ses drop at once
Upon a huhousand stages,
It ot grow by an inch or an ounce.
On their owhey came, or On shipboard,
Camel-back; horse-back, ass-back, mule-back,
Old civilisa……（内容加载失败！）
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