Parodies of "She dwelt"

"On Wordsworth"

by Hartley Coleridge

He lived amidst th'untrodden ways

  To Rydal Lake that lead;

A bard whom there were none to praise

  And very few to read.

Behind a cloud his mystic sense

  Deep hidden, who can spy?

Bright as the night when not a star

  Is shining in the sky.

Unread his works—his "Milk White Doe"

  With dust is dark and dim:

It's still in Longman's shop, and oh!

  The difference to him!

"Emancipation"

F. B. Doveton

She dwelt within unyielding stays

  That kept her bolt upright—

A nymph whose waist won doubtful praise,

  She laced so very tight.

A maiden by a kirtle dun,

  Half hidden from the eye,

A single skirt—when only one

  Was worn by low and high!

She burst her bonds at last, and so

  With perfect ease can stir

She wears "Divided skirts" and oh!

  The difference to her!

These parodies and several others can been found in Mark Jones, "Parody and its Containments: The Case of William Wordsworth," Representations 54 (1996): 57-79.