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Of all the gods that gave me all their glories
I lead him by the hand and tell him stories.It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little son.
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black.
He held the Human Race in Scorn,And lived with all his Sisters whereHis father lived, in Berkeley Square.And oh! The Lad was Deathly Proud!He never shook your Hand or Bowed,But merely smirked and nodded thus:How perfectly ridiculous!Alas! That such Affected TricksShould flourish in a Child of Six!(For such was Young Godolphin’s age).Just then, the Court…
Of three in One and One in three
Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness metAnd all at once were Juliet.
The Scorpion is as black as soot,
He is a most unpleasant bruteTo find in bed at night.
The Bison is vain, and (I write it with pain)
Is not, as some learned professors maintain,The opulent growth of a genius’ brain;But is sewn on with needle and thread.
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
To me when my tired eyelids closeGive thou repose.And let the far lament of themThat chaunt the dead day’s requiemMake in my ears, who wakeful lie,Soft lullaby.Let them that guard the hornàed MoonBy my bedside their memories croon.So shall I have new dreams and blestIn my brief rest.Fold thy great wings about my face,Hide day-dawn…
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This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all:
She rules the light with harmony, and bringsThe year’s first green upon the beeches tall.How often, where long creepers wind and fallThrough the deep woods in noonday wanderings,I’ve heard the month, when she to echo sings,I’ve heard the month make merry madrigal.How often, bosomed in the breathing strongOf mosses and young flowerets, have I lainAnd…
The Bison is vain, and (I write it with pain)
Is not, as some learned professors maintain,The opulent growth of a genius’ brain;But is sewn on with needle and thread.
The winter moon has such a quiet car
She drives the gradual dark with drooping crest,And dreams go wandering from her drowsy star.Because the nights are silent, do not wake:But there shall tremble through the general earth,And over you, a quickening and a birth.The sun is near the hill-tops for your sake.The latest born of all the days shall creepTo kiss the tender…
He lost his money first of all
And later on he tried a fallWith fate, in things less transitoryHe lost his heart-and found it dead-(His one and only true discovery),And after that he lost his head,And lost his chances of recovery.He lost his honour bit by bitUntil the thing was out of question.He worried so at losing it,He lost his sleep and…
Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle.
Carousing in the Dirt.He Shook him hard from Side to SideAnd Hit him till it Hurt,Exclaiming, with a Final Thud,‘Take that! Abandoned boy!For Playing with Disgusting MudAs though it were a Toy!’Moral:From Franklin Hyde’s adventure, learnTo pass your Leisure TimeIn Cleanly Merriment, and turnFrom Mud and Ooze and SlimeAnd every form of Nastiness-But, on the…
When Peter Wanderwide was young
All that he approved was sung,And most of what he saw was good.When Peter Wanderwide was thrownBy Death himself beyond Auxerre,He chanted in heroic toneTo priests and people gathered there:‘If all that I have loved and seenBe with me on the Judgment Day,I shall be saved the crowd betweenFrom Satan and his foul array.‘Almighty God…