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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Downhill and other Parodies - Christina ROSSETTI - Uphill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, the clock ticks downhill all the way, <br> until the very end.<br>Will the day's journey take the whole long day? <br> From light to mo[u]rn, my friend. <br>But is there for the spring a resting-place, <br> a ring before the last dark hours begin, <br>may not time fleeting mask it from my face? <br> No second chance for sin. <br>Will timesharing ease the fears and fright? <br> Toc ticks till all’s in hock which went before.<br>May not Time’s knocks be reined in by insight? <br> There is no reign resistant to scythe sure. <br>Who may find comfort, travel-sore and weak? <br> Time echoes onwards though the soul’s struck dumb. <br>Will there be time for me and all who seek? <br> Come, come! - the tocsin ticks to each his sum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(c) Jonathan Robin Parody Christina ROSSETTI - Uphill<br>15 October 2005</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Uphill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does the road wind up-hill all the way? <br> Yes, to the very end.<br>Will the day's journey take the whole long day? <br> From morn to night, my friend. <br>But is there for the night a resting-place? <br> A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.<br>May not the darkness hide it from my face? <br> You cannot miss that inn. <br>Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? <br> Those who have gone before.<br>Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? <br> They will not keep you standing at that door. <br>Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? <br> Of labor you shall find the sum.<br>Will there be beds for me and all who seek? <br> Yea, beds for all who come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christina G ROSSETTI 1830_1894</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Uphill Holiday</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will the long journey take the whole long day? <br>From morn to night, my friend.<br>And shall I have to stand the whole long way? <br>Of standing you shall have no end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there no rest, then for my weary feet? <br>For comfort you shall seek in vain.<br>Must I take drinke, and sandwiches to eat? <br>You will get nothing on the train.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall there be cheer, and beds for all who seek? <br>Some seek who shall not find.<br>Will there be sunshine through the livelong week? <br>Rain, too, and cloud and wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I pay dear for my brief breathing space? <br>You shall give richly of your little store.<br>Will there be ample board at Seaview Place? <br>So much – and nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">George Henry VALLINS<br>Sincere Flattery 1954 Parody Christina ROSSETTI Uphill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uphill Train Travel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will the 8.20 take me all the way? <br>Yes, and round the bend.<br>And how long is the journey, would you say? <br>From morn to night, my friend.<br>And are there light refreshments on the train? <br>Refreshments? That’s a laugh.<br>And once I’m there, will I get back again? <br>God, no, they’re short of staff.<br>Shall I be seated? Will the signals fail? <br>A seat? You won’t get in.<br>How are they packed who go by British Rail? <br>Like sardines in a tin.<br>Do they reduce the service at the peak? <br>You’re lucky if they run.<br>And will it be the same again next week? <br>Too bloody true, old son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roger WODDIS 1917_1993 Parody Christina ROSSETTI Uphill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uphill, What Inn is This</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What inn is this<br>Where for the night<br>Peculiar traveller comes? <br>Who is the landlord? <br>Where the maids? <br>Behold what curious rooms! <br>No ruddy fires on the hearth, <br>No brimming tankards flow.<br>Necromancer, landlord, <br>Who are these below? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Emily DICKINSON - see Dorothy Parker – The Last Question<br>and Christina ROSSETTI Uphill</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Last Question</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New love, new love, where are you to lead me? <br>All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line.<br>How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me? <br>With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New love, new love, shall I be forsaken? <br>One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh.<br>Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall we awaken —<br>Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dorothy PARKER 1893_1967 – <br>See Emily Dickinson Uphill, What Inn is This? <br>and Christina ROSSETTI Uphill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PARKER Dorothy 1893_1967 park1_0014_park1_0000 PXX_LUX The Last Question_New love, new love, where are you to lead me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PARKER Dorothy 1893_1967 park1_0014_park1_0000 PXX_LUX The Last Question_New love, new love, where are you to lead me<br> <br>The Inn of Life</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>‘As It was in the Beginning, - Is Now, - And...? Anno Domini I’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'No room! <br> No room! <br>The Inn is full, <br>Yea - overfull.<br>No room have we<br>for such as ye - <br>Poor folk of Galilee, <br> Pass on! Pass on! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay then! - <br>Your charity<br>Will ne'er deny<br>Some corner mean, <br>Where she may lie unseen.<br>For see! - <br>Her time is nigh.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alack! And she<br>So young and fair! <br>Place have we none; <br>And yet - how bid ye gone? <br>Stay then! - out there<br>Among the beasts<br>Ye may find room, <br>And eke a truss<br>To lie upon.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> ‘Anno Domini 1913, etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'No room! <br> No room! <br>No room for Thee, <br>Thou Man of Galilee! <br>The house is full, <br>Yea, overfull.<br>There is no room for Thee, - <br> Pass on! Pass on! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay - see! <br>The place is packed.<br>'We scarce have room<br>For our own selves, <br>So how shall we<br>Find room for Thee, <br>Thou Man of Galilee, - <br> Pass on! Pass on! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But - if Thou shouldst<br>This way again, <br>And we can find<br>So much as one small corner<br>Free from guest, <br>Not then in vain<br>Thy quest.<br>But now - <br>The house is full.<br> Pass on! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christ passes<br>On His ceaseless quest, <br>Nor will He rest<br>With any, <br>Save as Chiefest Guest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">John OXENHAM 1852_1941 Parody After Christina ROSSETTI Uphill<br>And Emily Dickinson – Uphill, what Inn is this? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Re-Thrill</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Does each dream overspill, thrill reach, fresh flight? <br>Yes, views that have no end …<br>Will astral journeys teach to breach new height? <br>From dusk to dawn, my friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But is there for the day a resting place? <br>A roof aloof from suffering, chagrin.<br>Pray daylight may not chide that cheerful place, <br>Nor resurrect grim sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will I greet other travelers by day? <br>Those who may bliss restore ~<br>Must I then talk, balk at blasé, cliché? <br>Consider, recognize - step to the ‘fore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I find solace wash away what’s bleak? <br>Find favor through free smiles, fair fun.<br>Will there be joy all day until soul's sleep? <br>Yes! unafraid you will be made welcome...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy A BURKI-WATSON 1950_20 30 July 2007 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parody After Christina ROSSETTI Uphill<br>And Emily Dickinson – Uphill, what Inn is this? <br>Integrating suggestions JR.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> <br>The Death-Watch Beetle</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What manner of time does your watch keep<br>strange timekeeper? ” “The time of sleep.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I see no movement in the hands.”<br>“And yet the sleeper understands.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The sleeper understands! But how? ”<br>“You cannot understand it now.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And shall I never? ” “In the end<br>you’ll ask no other timepiece, friend.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Humbert WOLFE 1885_1940 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Parody After Christina ROSSETTI Uphill<br>And Emily Dickinson – Uphill, what Inn is this?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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