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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532765" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Knight in Disguise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Concerning O. Henry (Sidney Porter)]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;He could not forget that he was a Sidney.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, <br>The darling of the glad and gaping town? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is that dubious hero of the press <br>Whose slangy tongue and insolent address <br>Were spiced to rouse on Sunday afternoon <br>The man with yellow journals round him strewn. <br>We laughed and dozed, then roused and read again, <br>And vowed O. Henry funniest of men. <br>He always worked a triple-hinged surprise <br>To end the scene and make one rub his eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He comes with vaudeville, with stare and leer. <br>He comes with megaphone and specious cheer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His troupe, too fat or short or long or lean, <br>Step from the pages of the magazine <br>With slapstick or sombrero or with cane: <br>The rube, the cowboy or the masher vain. <br>They over-act each part. But at the height <br>Of banter and of canter and delight <br>The masks fall off for one queer instant there <br>And show real faces: faces full of care <br>And desperate longing: love that's hot or cold; <br>And subtle thoughts, and countenances bold. <br>The masks go back. 'Tis one more joke. Laugh on! <br>The goodly grown-up company is gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No doubt had he occasion to address <br>The brilliant court of purple-clad Queen Bess, <br>He would have wrought for them the best he knew <br>And led more loftily his actor-crew. <br>How coolly he misquoted. 'Twas his art — <br>Slave-scholar, who misquoted — from the heart. <br>So when we slapped his back with friendly roar <br>Æsop awaited him without the door, — <br>Æsop the Greek, who made dull masters laugh <br>With little tales of fox and dog and calf . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And be it said, mid these his pranks so odd <br>With something nigh to chivalry he trod <br>And oft the drear and driven would defend — <br>The little shopgirls' knight unto the end. <br>Yea, he had passed, ere we could understand <br>The blade of Sidney glimmered in his hand. <br>Yea, ere we knew, Sir Philip's sword was drawn <br>With valiant cut and thrust, and he was gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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&quot;He could not forget that he was a Sidney.&quot;


Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, 
The darling of the glad and gaping town? 

This is that dubious hero of the press 
Whose slangy tongue and ..."></div>
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