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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539041" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reverend Micah Sowls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The REVEREND MICAH SOWLS,<br>He shouts and yells and howls,<br>He screams, he mouths, he bumps,<br>He foams, he rants, he thumps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His armour he has buckled on, to wage<br>The regulation war against the Stage;<br>And warns his congregation all to shun<br>"The Presence-Chamber of the Evil One,"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The subject's sad enough<br>To make him rant and puff,<br>And fortunately, too,<br>His Bishop's in a pew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So REVEREND MICAH claps on extra steam,<br>His eyes are flashing with superior gleam,<br>He is as energetic as can be,<br>For there are fatter livings in that see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bishop, when it's o'er,<br>Goes through the vestry door,<br>Where MICAH, very red,<br>Is mopping of his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Pardon, my Lord, your SOWLS' excessive zeal,<br>It is a theme on which I strongly feel."<br>(The sermon somebody had sent him down<br>From London, at a charge of half-a-crown.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bishop bowed his head,<br>And, acquiescing, said,<br>"I've heard your well-meant rage<br>Against the Modern Stage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"A modern Theatre, as I heard you say,<br>Sows seeds of evil broadcast - well it may;<br>But let me ask you, my respected son,<br>Pray, have you ever ventured into one?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My Lord," said MICAH, "no!<br>I never, never go!<br>What! Go and see a play?<br>My goodness gracious, nay!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The worthy Bishop said, "My friend, no doubt<br>The Stage may be the place you make it out;<br>But if, my REVEREND SOWLS, you never go,<br>I don't quite understand how you're to know."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Well, really," MICAH said,<br>"I've often heard and read,<br>But never go - do you?"<br>The Bishop said, "I do."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"That proves me wrong," said MICAH, in a trice:<br>"I thought it all frivolity and vice."<br>The Bishop handed him a printed card;<br>"Go to a theatre where they play our Bard."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bishop took his leave,<br>Rejoicing in his sleeve.<br>The next ensuing day<br>SOWLS went and heard a play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw a dreary person on the stage,<br>Who mouthed and mugged in simulated rage,<br>Who growled and spluttered in a mode absurd,<br>And spoke an English SOWLS had never heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For "gaunt" was spoken "garnt,"<br>And "haunt" transformed to "harnt,"<br>And "wrath " pronounced as "rath,"<br>And "death" was changed to "dath."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For hours and hours that dismal actor walked,<br>And talked, and talked, and talked, and talked,<br>Till lethargy upon the parson crept,<br>And sleepy MICAH SOWLS serenely slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He slept away until<br>The farce that closed the bill<br>Had warned him not to stay,<br>And then he went away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I thought MY gait ridiculous," said he -<br>"MY elocution faulty as could be;<br>I thought I mumbled on a matchless plan -<br>I had not seen our great Tragedian!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Forgive me, if you can,<br>O great Tragedian!<br>I own it with a sigh -<br>You're drearier than I!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539041" data-title="The Reverend Micah Sowls de William Schwenck Gilbert" data-description="The REVEREND MICAH SOWLS, He shouts and yells and howls, He screams, he mouths, he bumps, He foams, he rants, he thumps. His armour he has buckled on, to wage The regulation war against the Stage; And warns his congregation all to shun "The ..."></div> </div> </div>
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