A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

Ran echoing round the walls; paper placards

Blotted the lamps, boots brown with mud the benches;

A sea of heads roll'd roaring in the pit;

On paper wings O. P.'s

Reclin'd in lettered ease;

While shout and scoff,

Ya! ya! off! off!

Like thunderbolt on Surya's ear-drum fell,

And seem'd to paint

The savage oddities of Saint