I meant to say: James Elroy Flecker!? (Interrobang, were we permitted such here.) In fulfillment of one of your more dire PhD requirements, I hope. I confess never to have heard of him until your post.
But then I did not even know Cranford until it was on TV. After StuCotts (sore missed here) made some remark on Gaskell, that sent me to tear through the book, loving it. Sort of like a Middlemarch except built by a lame, one-armed carpenter, with no architect in attendance.
About all I can claim comparable to your Flecker is to have plowed through most of Eliza Cook and Felicia Hemans. I forget why, unless it was first finding them in The Stuffed Owl. I did forego Martin Farquhar Tupper.
Speaking of, I do think I have one parody anthology yet in me: Waiting around in Penn Station for Amtrak, one frequently hears, on the PA announcing the local-line stops, "Elizabeth Linden Rahway," which it strikes me must have been the name of a 19th-century poetess laureate of New Jersey.