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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Purple Cow Parodies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gelett Burgess' original poem…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Purple Cow </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never saw a Purple Cow, <br>I never hope to see one; <br>But I can tell you, anyhow, <br>I'd rather see than be one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Poem parodied in the<br>style of…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>John Milton</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hence, vain, deluding cows.<br>The herd of folly, without colour bright,<br>How little you delight,<br>Or fill the Poet's mind, or songs arouse!<br>But, hail! thou goddess gay of feature!<br>Hail divinest purple creature!<br>Oh, Cow, thy visage is too bright<br>To hit the sense of human sight.<br>And though I'd like, just once, to see thee<br>I never, never, never'd be thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Percy Bysshe Shelley</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hail to thee, blithe spirit!<br>Cow thou never wert;<br>But in life to cheer it<br>Playest thy full part<br>In purple lines of unpremeditated art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pale purple colour<br>Melts around thy sight<br>Like a star, but duller,<br>In the broad daylight.<br>I'd see thee, but I would not be thee if I might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We look before and after<br>At the cattle as they browse;<br>Our most hearty laughter<br>Something sad must rouse.<br>Our sweetest songs are those that tell of Purple Cows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>John Keats </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A cow of purple is a joy forever. <br>Its loveliness increases. I have never <br>Seen this phenomenon. Yet ever keep <br>A brave lookout; lest I should be asleep <br>When she comes by. For, though I would not be one, <br>I've oft imagined 'twould be a joy to see one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>William Wordsworth</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She dwelt among the untrodden ways <br>Beside the springs of Dee; <br>A Cow whom there were few to praise <br>And very few to see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A violet by a mossy stone <br>Greeting the smiling East <br>Is not so purple, I must own, <br>As that erratic beast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lived unknown, that Cow, and so <br>I never chanced to see; <br>But if I had to be one, oh, <br>The difference to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thomas Grey</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,<br>The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;<br>I watched them slowly wend their weary way,<br>But, ah, a Purple Cow I did not see.<br>Full many a cow of purplest ray serene <br>Is haply grazing where I may not see;<br>Full many a donkey writes of her, I ween,<br>But neither of these creatures would I be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lord Alfred Tennyson</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ask me no more. A cow I fain would see<br>Of purple tint, like to a sun-soaked grape -<br>Of purple tint, like royal velvet cape -<br>But such a creature I would never be -<br>Ask me no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Robert Browning</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All that I know<br>Of a certain Cow<br>Is it can throw,<br>Somewhere, somehow,<br>Now a dart of red,<br>Now a dart of blue<br>(That makes purple, 'tis said).<br>I would fain see, too,<br>This Cow that darkles the red and the blue!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dante G. Rossetti</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The purple cow strayed in the glade;<br>(Oh, my soul! but the milk is blue!)<br>She strayed and strayed and strayed and strayed<br>(And I wail and I cry Wa-hoo!).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've never seen her - nay, not I;<br>(Oh, my soul! but the milk is blue!)<br>Yet were I that cow I should want to die.<br>(And I wail and I cry Wa-hoo!).<br>But in vain my tears I strew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thomas Aldrich</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Somewhere in some faked nature place,<br>In Wonderland, in Nonsense Land,<br>Two darkling shapes met face to face,<br>And bade each other stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And who are you?' said each to each;<br>'Tell me your title, anyhow.'<br>One said, 'I am the Papal Bull,'<br>'And I the Purple Cow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Rudyard Kipling</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In the old ten-acre pasture, <br>Lookin' eastward toward a tree, <br>There's a Purple Cow a-settin' <br>And I know she thinks of me. <br>For the wind is in the gum-tree, <br>And the hay is in the mow, <br>And the cow-bells are a-calling <br>'Come and see a Purple Cow!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I am not going now, <br>Not at present, anyhow, <br>For I am not fond of purple, and <br>I can't abide a cow; <br>No, I shall not go today, <br>Where the Purple Cattle play. <br>But I think I'd rather see one <br>Than to be one, anyhow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Edgar Allan Poe</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Open then I flung a shutter,<br>And, with many a flirt and flutter,<br>In there stepped a Purple Cow which gayly tripped around my floor.<br>Not the least obeisance made she,<br>Not a moment stopped or stayed she,<br>But with mien of chorus lady perched herself above my door.<br>On a dusty bust of Dante perched and sat above my door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that Purple Cow unflitting<br>Still is sitting - still is sitting<br>On that dusty bust of Dante just above my chamber door,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her horns have all the seeming<br>Of a demon's that is sreaming,<br>And the arc-light o'er her streaming<br>Casts her shadow on the floor.<br>And my soul from out that pool of Purple shadow on the floor,<br>Shall be lifted Nevermore! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The day is done, and the darkness<br>Falls from the wing of night<br>As ballast is wafted downward <br>From an air-ship in its flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream of a purple creature<br>Which is not as kine are now;<br>And resembles cattle only<br>As Cowper resembles a cow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such cows have power to quiet<br>Our restless thoughts and rude;<br>They come like the Benedictine<br>That follows after food.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Algernon Swinburne</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, Cow of rare rapturous vision,<br>Oh, purple, impalpable Cow,<br>Do you browse in a Dream Field Elysian,<br>Are you purpling pleasantly now?<br>By the side of wan waves do you languish?<br>Or in the lithe lush of the grove?<br>While vainly I search in my anguish,<br>O Bovine of mauve!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Despair in my bosom is sighing,<br>Hope's star has sunk sadly to rest;<br>Though cows of rare sorts I am buying,<br>Not one breathes a balm to my breast.<br>Oh, rapturous rose-crowned occasion,<br>When I such a glory might see!<br>But a cow of a purple persuasion<br>I never would be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Austin Dobson</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I'd love to see<br>A Purple Cow.<br>Oh, Goodness me!<br>I'd love to see<br>But not to be<br>One. Anyhow,<br>I'd love to see<br>A Purple Cow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oliver Herford</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Children, observe the Purple Cow,<br>You cannot see her, anyhow;<br>And, little ones, you need not hope<br>Your eyes will e'er attain such scope.<br>But if you ever have a choice<br>To be, or see, lift up your voice<br>And choose to see. For surely you<br>Don't want to browse around and moo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>H.C. Bunner</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O, what's the way to Arcady,<br>Where all the cows are purple?<br>Ah, woe is me!I never hope<br>On such a sight my eyes to ope;<br>But as I sing in merry glee<br>Along the road of Arcady,<br>Perchance full soon I may espy<br>A Purple Cow come dancing by.<br>Heigho! I then shall see one.<br>Her horns bedecked with ribbons gay,<br>And garlanded with rosy may, -<br>A tricksy sight. Still I must say<br>I'd rather see than be one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Algernon Swinburne 2</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Only in dim, drowsy depths of a dream do I dare to delight in deliciously dreaming<br>Cows there may be of a passionate purple, - cows of a violent violet hue;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ne'er have I seen such a sight, I am certain it is but a demi-delirious dreaming -<br>Ne'er may I happily harbour a hesitant hope in my heart that my dream may come true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad is my soul, and my senses are sobbing so strong is my strenuous spirit to see one.<br>Dolefully, drearily doomed to despair as warily wearily watching I wait;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thoughts thickly thronging are thrilling and throbbing;<br>to <br>see <br>is a glorious gain - but to <br>be <br>one!<br>That were a darker and direfuller destiny, that were a fearfuller, frighfuller fate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carolyn+Wells">Carolyn Wells</a><div class=q>
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A Purple Cow 

I never saw a Purple Cow, 
I never hope to see one; 
But I can tell you, anyhow, 
I'd rather see than be one.


Poem parodied in the
style of…


John Milton


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