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Dame Fashion.
DAME FASHION .
BY SAVARICUS .
DAME FASHION leads us by the nose , And blinds the brightest eyes ; She paints the lily , gilds the z-ose , And gives us yellow skies . . Her vot ' ries wear another ' s hair , Or frizzled-headed go ;
They , rape their locks , have hose with clocks , And dainty insteps show . And this is called aesthetic taste—The beautiful sublime ; Adopted by the maidens chaste In this sublnn ' ry clime .
They dote upon a common flower Or idle in the sun , And languid sigh from hour to hour Till youthful age is run .
A feather from a peacock ' s tail Can ecstasy impart , And modern things are deemed stale Against mediteval art . And this is called aesthetic . taste , The utter—too sublime , Indulged in b y a gentle race Whose forte is killing time .
These gilded youths of either sex Whose craze is " Middle Age , " About a flower their souls will vex And o ' er a poem rage . So sensitive these beings are , A rainbow ' s their delight ;
The twinkling of a glitt ' ring star Can overcome them quite . But this is called aesthetic taste , The utter—too sublime , And only felt by hearts so graced That can to cloud-land climb .
Refinement's art with lofty power Builds up a world of bliss , And lends enchantment to the hour When butterflies may kiss .
The too too vulgar earthly earth , Without Dame Fashion ' s sway Would sadly be devoid of mirth , And pleasure fade away . Then for Dame Fashion raise a cheer ; She ' s utter—too sublime ,
And leads her slaves from year to year By Folly ' s jingling chime .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Dame Fashion.
DAME FASHION .
BY SAVARICUS .
DAME FASHION leads us by the nose , And blinds the brightest eyes ; She paints the lily , gilds the z-ose , And gives us yellow skies . . Her vot ' ries wear another ' s hair , Or frizzled-headed go ;
They , rape their locks , have hose with clocks , And dainty insteps show . And this is called aesthetic taste—The beautiful sublime ; Adopted by the maidens chaste In this sublnn ' ry clime .
They dote upon a common flower Or idle in the sun , And languid sigh from hour to hour Till youthful age is run .
A feather from a peacock ' s tail Can ecstasy impart , And modern things are deemed stale Against mediteval art . And this is called aesthetic . taste , The utter—too sublime , Indulged in b y a gentle race Whose forte is killing time .
These gilded youths of either sex Whose craze is " Middle Age , " About a flower their souls will vex And o ' er a poem rage . So sensitive these beings are , A rainbow ' s their delight ;
The twinkling of a glitt ' ring star Can overcome them quite . But this is called aesthetic taste , The utter—too sublime , And only felt by hearts so graced That can to cloud-land climb .
Refinement's art with lofty power Builds up a world of bliss , And lends enchantment to the hour When butterflies may kiss .
The too too vulgar earthly earth , Without Dame Fashion ' s sway Would sadly be devoid of mirth , And pleasure fade away . Then for Dame Fashion raise a cheer ; She ' s utter—too sublime ,
And leads her slaves from year to year By Folly ' s jingling chime .