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D. G. Rossetti
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI
Buried all of his libretti,
Thought the matter over,—then
Went and dug them up again.
Thomas Carlyle
CARLYLE combined the lit’ry life
With throwing teacups at his wife,
Remarking, rather testily,
“Oh, stop your dodging, Mrs. C.!”
Charles Dickens
WHO call him spurious and shoddy
Shall do it o’er my lifeless body.
I heartily invite such birds
To come outside and say those words!
Alexandre Dumas and His Son
ALTHOUGH I work, and seldom cease,
At Dumas père and Dumas fils,
Alas, I cannot make me care
For Dumas fils and Dumas père.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
SHOULD Heaven send me any son,
I hope he’s not like Tennyson.
I’d rather have him play a fiddle
Than rise and bow and speak an idyll.
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