And one is of an old half-witted sheep
Which bleats articulate monotony,

(James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Two voices are there: one is of the deep (l. 5-6). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

Quite unacquainted with the ABC
Than write such hopeless rubbish as thy worst.

(James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Two voices are there: one is of the deep (l. 13-14). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody,

(James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Two voices are there: one is of the deep (l. 1-2). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

Will there never come a season
Which shall rid us from the curse
Of a prose which knows no reason
And an unmelodious verse:

(James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. To R. K. (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

And, Wordsworth, both are thine: at certain times
Forth from the heart of thy melodious rhymes.

(James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Two voices are there: one is of the deep (l. 9-10). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

Birthdays? yes, in a general way;
For the most if not for the best of men:
You were born (I suppose) on a certain day:
So was I: or perhaps in the night: what then?

(James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Sincere Flattery of R. B. (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)