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more Franklin P Adams
Posted by: marian2 (
Date: August 31, 2003 12:52PM

I've managed to trace the quotes for all but 2 or 3 lines of "Lines on and from Bartlett's Familiar Quotations":

OF making many books there is no end--
So Sancho Panza said, and so say I.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher and friend
When only one is shining in the sky.

Books cannot always please, however good;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
To be great is to be misunderstood,
The anointed soverign of sighs and groans.

The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
I never write as funny as I can.
Remote, unfriendly, studious let me sit
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

Go, lovely Rose, that lives its little hour!
Go, little booke! and let who will be clever!
Roll on! From yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moon and I could keep this up forever.

If anyone is interested, they are
Line 1 - Bible Ecclesiastes 12 v12
Line 2 - John Godfrey Saxe 'Early Rising'
Line 3 - Pope - Essay on Man Epistle 4 line 390
Line 4 - Wordsworth's 'Lucy' part 2

Line 5 - George Crabbe - The Borough Letter 24 Schools
Line 6 - Shakespeare - Julius Ceasar Act 3 Sc 2 (Friends, Romans etc)
Line 7 - Emerson - Essays on Self-Reliance 1841
Line 8 - Shakespeare - Love's Labours Lost - Act 3 Sc1

Line 9 Rubaiyat of Omar Khyyam - Fitzgerald St 51
Line 10 - Can't find
Line 11 - Can't find
Line 12 - Shakespeare - Julius Ceasar Act 5 Sc5

Line 13 - Edmund Waller'Go Lovely Rose'
Line 14 - 'Go Little Booke' either Chaucer's Troilus and Criseyde or R L Stevenson ' Underwoods'
'and let who will be clever' - Charles Kingsley 'Be good Sweet Maid'
Line 15 - 'Roll on!' (thy deep and dark blue Ocean' )- Byron - Childe Harold
'From yonder ivy-mantled tower' - Gray's Elegy

Line 16 'The Moon and I I can't find as a whole line and the two halves are too commonplace to ascribe to one source.

'To be great is to be misunderstood 'has a wonderfully comforting previous sentence: ' Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. ' Unfortunately, I think there's an error in the logic somewhere - just because I'm misunderstood doesn't mean I'm great, but it's nice to think I could be!

If anyone has sources for the other 2 or 3 lines, I'd be grateful, but I really posted this to show how I waste my Sunday afternoons.

Re: more Franklin P Adams
Posted by: Tigermonkey (
Date: August 31, 2003 03:57PM

And you're not the only one: according to Wondering Minstrels [] the remaining 2 lines are:

Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye,
I watched that wretched man,
And since, I never dare to write
As funny as I can
-- Oliver Wendell Holmes, 'The Height of the Ridiculous'


Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
-- Oliver Goldsmith, 'The Traveller'

However they get kind of hazy around Line 16 - possibly a mishmash of HMS Pinafore and The Mikado maybe?

Re: more Franklin P Adams
Posted by: Marian-NYC (
Date: September 02, 2003 03:27PM

My guess is that "The moon and I" is from the MIKADO, and the rest of the line is Frank himself (and I believe him).

Re: more Franklin P Adams
Posted by: Pam Adams (---)
Date: September 02, 2003 04:01PM

I agree with Marian-NYC and Tigermonkey on 'the moon and I.'

My favorite parody is 'Dover Bitch,' by Anthony Hecht. <[] />

The Mikado
Song No. 13 -- Act II

The Sun, Whose Rays Are All Ablaze


The sun, whose rays
Are all ablaze
With ever-living glory,
Does not deny
His majesty--
He scorns to tell a story!
He don't exclaim,
"I blush for shame,
So kindly be indulgent."
But, fierce and bold,
In fiery gold,
He glories all effulgent!

I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky--
We really know our worth,
The sun and I!

I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky--
We really know our worth,
The sun and I!

Observe his flame,
That placid dame,
The moon's Celestial Highness;
There's not a trace
Upon her face
Of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light
That, through the night,
Mankind may all acclaim her!
And, truth to tell,
She lights up well,
So I, for one, don't blame her!

Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
The moon and I!

Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
The moon and I!

Re: more Franklin P Adams
Posted by: marian2 (
Date: September 03, 2003 04:22AM

I had the tune of the moon and I running in my head for ages when I was working on the origins of that parody, and couldn't for the life of me remember any more words or where it came from - eventually I gave up and decided there were so many moons in poetry it could have any origin. Thanks so much for posting it, Pam.

Dover bitch is great fun!

Re: more Franklin P Adams
Posted by: Pam Adams (
Date: September 03, 2003 01:30PM

I just saw The Mikado on DVD- an Australian company. I figure that I'll get the tunes out of my head in six months or so. In a worst-case scenario, I'll have to go to Disneyland. (It's a small world, after all.........)


Re: more Franklin P Adams
Posted by: Pam Adams (---)
Date: September 03, 2003 06:22PM

I found an FPA book in the library the other day- Nods and Becks.

Here's a sample.

Philosophy I

The principles of Horatio Alger, Jr.
Are likely to roon yer.

The morals of G.A. Henty
Are spurious but plenty.

The author of 'Elsie Dinsmore,'
Martha Finley made my sins more.

To horse I've always done my duty
Ever since I read 'Black Beauty.'

Alcoholic love left me flat,
Notwithstanding the 'Rubaiyat.'

I lived according to Karl Marx,
And wearied of sleeping in the parks.

I was a sucker for Schopenhauer,
And boy! did I find existence sour!

Coue's* tenet I found I curse,
Day by day I get worse and worse.

I studied those books with a mind so free
That now I haven't any sort of philosophy.



Re: more Franklin P Adams
Posted by: ilza (
Date: September 04, 2003 06:11AM

A Ballad of Baseball Burdens

The burden of hard hitting. Slug away
Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb.
Else fandom shouteth: "Who said you could play?
Back to the jasper league, you minor slob!"
Swat, hit, connect, line out, goet on the job.
Else you shall feel the brunt of fandom's ire
Biff, bang it, clout it, hit it on the knob -
This is the end of every fan's desire.

The burden of good pitching. Curved or straight.
Or in or out, or haply up or down,
To puzzle him that standeth by the plate,
To lessen, so to speak, his bat-renown:
Like Christy Mathewson or Miner Brown,
So pitch that every man can but admire
And offer you the freedom of the town -
This is the end of every fan's desire.

The burden of loud cheering. O the sounds!
The tumult and the shouting from the throats
Of forty thousand at the Polo Grounds
Sitting, ay, standing sans their hats and coats.
A mighty cheer that possibly denotes
That Cub or Pirate fat is in the fire;
Or, as H. James would say, We've got their goats -
This is the end of every fan's desire.

The burden of a pennant. O the hope,
The tenuous hope, the hope that's half a fear,
The lengthy season and the boundless dope,
And the bromidic, "Wait until next year."
O dread disgrace of trailing in the rear,
O Piece of Bunting, flying high and higher
That next October it shall flutter here:
This is the end of every fan's desire.


Ah, Fans, let not the Quarry but the Chase
Be that to which most fondly we aspire!
For us not Stake, but Game; not Goal, but Race -
This is the end of every fan's desire.


To Alice-Sit-By-The-Hour

Lady in the blue kimono, you that live across the way,
One may see you gazing, gazing gazing all the livelong day,
Idly looking out your window from your vantage point above.
Are you convalescent, lady? Are you worse? Are you in love?

Ever gazing, as you hang there on the little window seat,
Into flats across the way or down upon the prosy street,
Can't you rent a pianola? Can't you iron, sew, or cook?
Write a letter, bake a pudding, make a bed or read a book?

Tell me of the fascination you indubitably find
In the "High Cash Cloe's!" man's holler in the hurdy-gurdy grind.
Are your Spanish castles blue prints? Are you waiting for a knight
To descend upon your fastness and to save you from your plight?

Lady in the blue kimono, idle mollycoddle dame,
Does your doing nothing never make you feel the blush of shame?
As you sit and stare and ditto, not a single thing to do,
Lady in the blue kimono, lady, how I envy you!


Baseball's Sad Lexicon

These are the saddest of possible words:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Trio of Bear-cubs, fleeter than birds,
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Giant hit into a double --
Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.

Us Potes

Swift was sweet on Stella;
Poe had his Lenore;
Burns' fancy turned to Nancy
And a dozen more.

Poe was quite a trifler;
Goldsmith was a case;
Byron'd flirt with any skirt
From Liverpool to Thrace.

Sheridan philandered;
Shelley, Keats, and Moore
All were there with some affair
Far from lit'rachoor.

Fickle is the heart of
Each immortal bard.
Mine alone is made of stone-
Gotta work too hard.

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