{"product_id":"2940148205517","title":"Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 108, April 13, 1895 (Illustrated)","description":"Ye countless stars, both great and small,\u003cbr\u003eThe poetic sky who spangle,\u003cbr\u003eNot one of you, that I recall,\u003cbr\u003eHas hymned the sweet triangle!\u003cbr\u003eWith lyre and lute too long, too much,\u003cbr\u003eYe've thrid love's mazy tangle,\u003cbr\u003eYet unresponsive to your touch\u003cbr\u003eHave left the sweet triangle.\u003cbr\u003eIn Praise of Try Angle.\u003cbr\u003eAnd so the Muse commissions me\u003cbr\u003eA lay to newly fangle—\u003cbr\u003eI play the instrument, you see—\u003cbr\u003eIn praise of my triangle.\u003cbr\u003eNo tambourine, no minstrel bones\u003cbr\u003eGive forth what Hilda Wangel\u003cbr\u003eWould call such \"frightfully thrilling\" tones\u003cbr\u003eAs those of my triangle.\u003cbr\u003eNo self-respecting band may try\u003cbr\u003eTo play—'twould simply mangle—\u003cbr\u003eGood music, unassisted by\u003cbr\u003eThe silver-tongued triangle.\u003cbr\u003eIn vain does Strephon with a lute\u003cbr\u003eRound Phyllis always dangle;\u003cbr\u003eShe'd have him, if he urged his suit\u003cbr\u003eWith passionate triangle.\u003cbr\u003eFull brave may bray the loud trombone,\u003cbr\u003eFull sweet the cymbals jangle,\u003cbr\u003eThe bagpipes till they burst may drone,\u003cbr\u003eSo I have my triangle.\u003cbr\u003eThe stately cold piano may\u003cbr\u003eAll depth of feeling strangle;\u003cbr\u003eTo rouse deep feeling I essay,\u003cbr\u003eNor fail, on my triangle!\u003cbr\u003eO'er rival claims of violin\u003cbr\u003eAnd 'cello some may wrangle—\u003cbr\u003eFor pure expression nothing's in\u003cbr\u003eThe hunt with my triangle.\u003cbr\u003eThe diamond bracelet must exceed\u003cbr\u003eIn worth the silver bangle—\u003cbr\u003eNo instrument, string, wind, or reed,\u003cbr\u003eCompares with my triangle!\u003cbr\u003eTO THE GRIFFIN.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(By Calverlerius Rusticanus.)\u003cbr\u003eGriffin, who benignly beamest\u003cbr\u003e(So to speak) upon the Strand,\u003cbr\u003eTo the rustic eye thou seemest\u003cbr\u003eQuite superlatively grand.\u003cbr\u003eGriffin, grim and grimy Griffin,\u003cbr\u003eFew, Joe tells me, will agree\u003cbr\u003eWith my artless numbers, if in\u003cbr\u003eUndiluted praise of thee.\u003cbr\u003eGriffin\u003cbr\u003eCritics, so he says, by dozens\u003cbr\u003eSwear thou couldst not well be worse,\u003cbr\u003eYet from one poor country cousin's\u003cbr\u003ePen accept a tribute verse.\u003cbr\u003eSome of London's statues now are\u003cbr\u003eFêted richly once a year;\u003cbr\u003eSome—it seems a shame, I vow—are\u003cbr\u003eFated to oblivion there.\u003cbr\u003eOnce a year a primrose bower\u003cbr\u003eDraws the folks around for miles,\u003cbr\u003eDizzy blossoms into flower,\u003cbr\u003eAlmost into \"wreathèd smiles.\"\u003cbr\u003eOnce a year by all the town o'er-\u003cbr\u003e-whelmed in bays is Gordon seen,\u003cbr\u003eCountless wreaths recording \"Brown (or\u003cbr\u003eJones) thus keeps thy memory green.\"\u003cbr\u003eOnce a year King Charles's statue\u003cbr\u003eParagraphs jocose invites,\u003cbr\u003eWreathed with flowers by infatu-\u003cbr\u003e-ated modern Jacobites.\u003cbr\u003eThus their substance people waste on\u003cbr\u003eThis queer decorative fit—\u003cbr\u003eWreaths are sometimes even placed on\u003cbr\u003eMere nonentities like Pitt.\u003cbr\u003eBut—I cannot think what Joe meant—!\u003cbr\u003eNo one—so he said to me—\u003cbr\u003eIn his most expansive moment\u003cbr\u003eE'er has twined a wreath for thee!\u003cbr\u003eSo I cast—in no derision—\u003cbr\u003eFrom my 'bus-top garden-seat\u003cbr\u003eThese few violets, with precision,\u003cbr\u003eAt what I must call thy feet.\u003cbr\u003e'Tis not that thy mien is stately,\u003cbr\u003e'Tis not that thy grace is rare,\u003cbr\u003e'Tis not that I care so greatly\u003cbr\u003eFor thy quaint heraldic air;\u003cbr\u003eBut contemptuous men neglect thee,\u003cbr\u003eLoad thee with invective strange,\u003cbr\u003eSo with violets I have decked thee,\u003cbr\u003eAnd with verses, as a change.\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47078873268464,"sku":"2940148205517","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148205517_p0.jpg?v=1763698557","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148205517","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}