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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408648" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Height of Fashion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SO at last a toll they’ll levy<br>For the passing fool who sings—<br>Take the harp grown dull and heavy<br>(With the dried blood on the strings)<br>Let us sing, and sing right gaily,<br>For the wreath is on our brow—<br>Are you hearin’, Victor Daley?<br>We are fashionable now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once the greatest earl could flout us,<br>And the meanest scribe could sneer—<br>Nought too bad to say about us,<br>Nought too hard for us to hear.<br>Slaves to journal-owning Neroes,<br>And we died—no matter how—<br>We’re sweet singers now and heroes,<br>We are fashionable now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once we suffered all save gaol, if<br>We’d no rich admirers near;<br>And our sole guest was the bailiff<br>And our only comfort beer.<br>Now we’ll dine with toffs and “ladies”,<br>Who shall clasp our hands and bow.<br>Let the pale muse go to Hades!<br>We are fashionable now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once we had to be contented<br>With the “Palace of the Mind”,<br>While our coats were washed and mended,<br>And our pants were patched behind;<br>Now by goose-knights we are measured,<br>While the lordly tailors bow;<br>And our worn-out pants are treasured—<br>We are fashionable now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, when stony-broke and mournful,<br>We put our petition clear,<br>Then our country, cold and scornful,<br>Answered, “Go and get a beer!”<br>And it threw the tray bit at us<br>Just to stop our “silly row”,<br>Now it’s champagne spreads and—satis!<br>We are fashionable now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once our grandest lines were drivel,<br>And our wisest words were rot,<br>All our teachings false and evil,<br>To be sneered at and forgot;<br>Now our silliest clack delights ’em,<br>Doggerel their feelings plow,<br>And our shallow bluff affrights ’em—<br>We are fashionable now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I adore the Swagman—Drover—<br>‘When the World was Round!’—But ah!<br>‘While the Billy’s Boiling Over’<br>Is too awfully hurrah!”<br>Thus the maiden trills and gushes<br>While her johnnie knots his brow,<br>And the fair young maiden blushes—<br>We are fashionable now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I like your book, Mr Lawson,<br>‘Clancy of the Overflow’,<br>Better far than Mr Banjo’s—<br>‘When Your Pants Begin to Go’.”<br>No! I am no longer snarling,<br>Long ago we had our row—<br>Don’t be angry, Banjo, darling,<br>Though I’m fashionable now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am feeling young and restive—<br>Skittish more than I can tell,<br>Skipping with a skip that’s festive,<br>Singing with a gladsome yell.<br>I will let my hair grow longer,<br>Storm-tossed from my stormy brow,<br>I am going strong and stronger—<br>For I’m fashionable now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We shall write lines to their poodles—<br>Darlings of Society—<br>Praise the blatant cad who boodles,<br>Write odes to the Divorcee.<br>Let, at last Australia know its<br>Brilliant circles anyhow,<br>We’re the Doo-dah, Doo-dah! Poets—<br>We are fashionable now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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For the passing fool who sings—
Take the harp grown dull and heavy
(With the dried blood on the strings)
Let us sing, and sing right gaily,
For the wreath is on our brow—
Are you hearin’, Victor Daley?
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