Here you will find the Poem Ballade Of Queen Anne of poet Andrew Lang
The modish Airs, The Tansey Brew, The SWAINS and FAIRS In curtained Pew; Nymphs KNELLER drew, Books BENTLEY read, - Who knows them, who? QUEEN ANNE is dead! We buy her Chairs, Her China blue, Her red-brick Squares We build anew; But ah! we rue, When all is said, The tale o'er-true, QUEEN ANNE is dead! Now BULLS and BEARS, A ruffling Crew, With Stocks and Shares, With Turk and Jew, Go bubbling through The Town ill-bred: The World's askew, QUEEN ANNE is dead! ENVOY. Friend, praise the new; The old is fled: Vivat FROU-FROU! QUEEN ANNE is dead!
