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 | The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore |  |
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THE TRIUMPHS OF FARCE.
Our earth, as it rolls through the regions of space,
Wears always two faces, the dark and the sunny;
And poor human life runs the same sort of race,
Being sad, on one side—on the other side, funny.
Wears always two faces, the dark and the sunny;
And poor human life runs the same sort of race,
Being sad, on one side—on the other side, funny.
Thus oft we, at eve, to the Haymarket hie,
To weep o'er the woes of Macready;—but scarce
Hath the tear-drop of Tragedy pass'd from the eye,
When, lo, we're all laughing in fits at the Farce.
To weep o'er the woes of Macready;—but scarce
Hath the tear-drop of Tragedy pass'd from the eye,
When, lo, we're all laughing in fits at the Farce.
And still let us laugh—preach the world as it may—
Where the cream of the joke is, the swarm will soon follow;
Heroics are very grand things, in their way,
But the laugh at the long run will carry it hollow.
Where the cream of the joke is, the swarm will soon follow;
Heroics are very grand things, in their way,
But the laugh at the long run will carry it hollow.
For instance, what sermon on human affairs
Could equal the scene that took place t'other day
'Twixt Romeo and Louis Philippe, on the stairs—
The Sublime and Ridiculous meeting half-way!
Could equal the scene that took place t'other day
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The Sublime and Ridiculous meeting half-way!
Yes, Jocus! gay god, whom the Gentiles supplied,
And whose worship not ev'n among Christians declines,
In our senate thou'st languish'd since Sheridan died,
But Sydney still keeps thee alive in our shrines.
And whose worship not ev'n among Christians declines,
In our senate thou'st languish'd since Sheridan died,
But Sydney still keeps thee alive in our shrines.
Rare Sydney! thrice honour'd the stall where he sits,
And be his ev'ry honour he deigneth to climb at!
Had England a hierarchy form'd all of wits,
Who but Sydney would England proclaim as its primate?
And be his ev'ry honour he deigneth to climb at!
Had England a hierarchy form'd all of wits,
Who but Sydney would England proclaim as its primate?
And long may he flourish, frank, merry, and brave—
A Horace to hear, and a Paschal to read ;
While he laughs, all is safe, but, when Sydney grows grave,
We shall then think the Church is in danger indeed.
A Horace to hear, and a Paschal to read ;
While he laughs, all is safe, but, when Sydney grows grave,
We shall then think the Church is in danger indeed.
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Meanwhile, it much glads us to find he's preparing
To teach other bishops to “seek the right way ;”
And means shortly to treat the whole Bench to an airing,
Just such as he gave to Charles James t'other day.
To teach other bishops to “seek the right way ;”
And means shortly to treat the whole Bench to an airing,
Just such as he gave to Charles James t'other day.
For our parts, though gravity's good for the soul,
Such a fancy have we for the side that there's fun on,
We'd rather with Sydney south-west take a “stroll,”
Than coach it north-east with his Lordship of Lunnun.
Such a fancy have we for the side that there's fun on,
We'd rather with Sydney south-west take a “stroll,”
Than coach it north-east with his Lordship of Lunnun.
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