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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On First Looking - Parody John KEATS – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On First Looking</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Much have I rummaged, bartered books for gold, <br>and many goodly states of Shakespeare seen, <br>round many stalls and book fairs have I been<br>which frauds in fealty to their runners hold.<br>Oft of some sharp expense had I been told<br>that Maggs or Quaritch made their pet demesne, <br>yet never did I seethe with rage so keen<br>till once a chap-book saw I still unsold.<br>Then wished I Evoe was, who in disguise, <br>the superman of planet fame, I ken, <br>skinned over catalogues with eagle eyes<br>to stare at price lists with a skill few men<br>can e’er attain unearthing bargains. Vain<br>‘twas, a dream, I sink, to sleep again... </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[c] Jonathan Robin parody written 2 August 1991 <br>Parody John KEATS 1795_1821 – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, <br>And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; <br>Round many western islands have I been<br>Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.<br>Oft of one wide expanse had I been told <br>That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne: <br>Yet did I never breathe its pure serene<br>Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: <br>Then felt I like some watcher of the skies<br>When a new planet swims into his ken; <br>Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes<br>He stared at the Pacific, and all his men<br>Looked at each other with a wild surmise -<br>Silent, upon a peak in Darien.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>John KEATS 1795_1821<br>___________ <br> On First Looking into Bee Palmer's Shoulders</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>WITH BOWS TO KEATS AND KEITH'S <br>'The World's Most Famous Shoulders'<br>'BEE' PALMER has taken the raw human - all too human - stuff of the underworld, with its sighs of sadness and regret, its mad merriment, its swift blaze of passion, its turbulent dances, its outlaw music, its songs of the social bandit, and made a new art product of the theatre. She is to the sources of jazz and the blues what François Villon was to the wild life of Paris. Both have found exquisite blossoms of art in the sector of life most removed from the concert room and the boudoir, and their harvest has the vigour, the resolute life, the stimulating quality, the indelible impress of daredevil, care-free, do-as-you-please lives of the picturesque men and women who defy convention. From Keith's Press Agent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much have I travell'd in the realms of jazz, <br>And many goodly arms and shoulders seen <br>Quiver and Quake - if you know what I mean; <br>I've seen a lot, as everybody has. <br>Some plaudits got, while others got the razz. <br>But when I saw Bee Palmer, shimmy queen, <br>I shook - in sympathy - my troubled bean, <br>And said, 'This is the utter razmatazz.' <br>Then felt I like some patient with a pain <br>When a new surgeon swims into his ken, <br>Or like stout Brodie, when, with reeling brain, <br>He jumped into the river. There and then <br>I swayed and took the morning train <br>To Norwalk, Naugatuck, and Darien. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Franklin Pierce ADAMS 1881_1960 <br>By Mother Goose and our own Sara Teasdale - Something Else Again Part II<br>Parody John KEATS 1795_1821 – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer<br>___________<br> <br>On First Looking in on Blodgett's...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mellifluous as bees, these brittle men<br>droning of Honeyed Homer give me hives.<br>I scratch, yawn like a bear, my arm arrives<br>at yours - oh, Honey, and we're back again, <br>me the Balboa, you the Darien, <br>lording the loud Pacific sands, our lives<br>as hazarded as when a petrel dives<br>to yank the dull sea's coverlet, or when, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">breaking from me across the sand that's rink<br>and record of our weekend boning up<br>on The Romantic Agony, you sink<br>John Keats a good surf-fisher's cast out - plump<br>in the sun's wake - and the parched pages drink<br>that great whales' blanket party hump and hump.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">George STARBUCK 1931_20<br>Parody John KEATS 1795_1821 – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>___________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On First Looking Into an Exam Paper</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oft have I batted on the cricket field, <br>And over many a bowler could I crow.<br>My frequent fights would sweat-browed triumphs yield, <br>For few could better give a knock-out blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft of this dismal time had I been told<br>That th’examiner ruled as his demesne, <br>Yet till the fatal day I was serene, <br>Though on the morning I grew wondrous cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then felt I like some infant catching flies<br>When a large hornet hums within his ken, <br>Or like a truant when with fearful eyes<br>He views the upturned rod. So I stared then<br>Upon the questions in a wild surprise, <br>Silent, and peakish, chewing at my pen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arthur Compton RICKETT 1869_1937 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parody John KEATS 1795_1821 – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">____________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On First Looking through Krafft-Ebing's Psychopathia Sexualis</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much have I travelled in those realms of old<br>Where many a whore in hall-doors could be seen, <br>Of many a bonnie brothel or shebeen<br>Which bawds connived at by policemen hold.<br>I too have listened when the Quay was coaled, <br>But never did I taste the Pure Obscene –<br>Mych less imagine that my past was clean –<br>Till this Kraft-Ebing out his story told.<br>Then felt I rather taken by surprise<br>As on the evening when I met Macran, <br>And retrospective thoughts and doubts did rise –<br>Was I quite normal when my life began<br>With loves that leans towards rural sympathies<br>Potent behind a cart with Mary Ann? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oliver St John GOGARTY 1878_1957 <br>Parody John KEATS 1795_1821 – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer<br> ___________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O I had been to sunny Spain<br>And I had been to Rome, <br>I’d been to Majorca again and again, <br>New York was as good as home, <br>But the scholars they spoke of a golden land<br>Described by an ancient Greek; <br>Yet all I got was Blackpool sand<br>Till I heard Chapman speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O he was like a big pools win<br>Or a dance by Legs and Co., <br>O he was as good as an hour of sin<br>With a hostess in Soho, <br>And I felt like Cortez when he saw<br>The sea from a Darien peak –<br>‘Cos Pope does a lot but Chapman more<br>[If you can’t read Homer in Greek].</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">T. GRIFFITHS<br>Parody John KEATS 1795_1821 – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>-----</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>On first looking into Chapman's Homer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Much have I travelled in East Lothian and Dundee, <br>Many fine buildings and bridges for to see.<br>I have even journeyed as far as Arran, <br>Though sad to say it is rather barren.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frequently of another expanse had I been told, <br>Described by Homer, the Greek writer of old.<br>But only when I read Mr. Chapman’s translation <br>Did I have a very strong sensation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An amateur astronomer was what I felt like, <br>When he sees a new planet or comet late at night; <br>Or a fat Spaniard who is to become quite famous, <br>Looking at the sea and wondering what its name is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Parody John KEATS 1795_1821 – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer</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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Much have I rummaged, bartered books for gold, 
and many goodly states of Shakespeare seen, 
round many stalls and book fairs have I been
which frauds in fealty to their runners hold.
Oft of some sharp expense had I been tol..."></div>
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