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The Cock And The Bull The Cock And The Bull

The Cock And The Bull
You see this pebble-stone? It's a thing I boughtOf a bit of a chit of a boy i' the mid o' the day -I like to dock the smaller parts-o'-speech,As we curtail the already cur-tail'd cur(You catch the paronomasia, play 'po' words?)Did, rather, i' the pre-Landseerian days.Well, to my muttons. I purchased the concern,And clapt it i' my poke, having given for sameBy way o' chop, swop, barter or exchange -'Chop' was my snickering dandiprat's own term -One shilling and fourpence, current coin o' the realm.O-n-e one and f-o-u-r fourPence, one and fourpence--you are with me, sir? -What hour... Poems - Post by : Andy_Horton - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 3501

Lovers, And A Reflection Lovers, And A Reflection

Lovers, And A Reflection
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean:Meaning, however, is no great matter) Where woods are a-tremble, with rifts atween;Thro' God's own heather we wonn'd together, I and my Willie (O love my love):I need hardly remark it was glorious weather, And flitterbats waver'd alow, above:Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing, (Boats in that climate are so polite),And sands were a ribbon of green endowing, And O the sundazzle on bark and bight!Thro' the rare red heather we danced together, (O... Poems - Post by : misskitty - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 678

On The Beach On The Beach

On The Beach
LINES BY A PRIVATE TUTOR. When the young Augustus Edward Has reluctantly gone bedward(He's the urchin I am privileged to teach), From my left-hand waistcoat pocket I extract a batter'd locketAnd I commune with it, walking on the beach. I had often yearn'd for something That would love me, e'en a dumb thing;But such happiness seem'd always out of reach: Little boys are off like arrows With their little spades and barrows,When they see me bearing down upon the beach; And although I'm... Poems - Post by : stormpay - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 3510

Flight Flight

Flight
O memory! that which I gave thee To guard in thy garner yestreen -Little deeming thou e'er could'st behave thee Thus basely--hath gone from thee clean!Gone, fled, as ere autumn is ended The yellow leaves flee from the oak -I have lost it for ever, my splendid Original joke.What was it? I know I was brushing My hair when the notion occurred:I know that I felt myself blushing As I thought, "How supremely absurd!"How they'll hammer on floor and on table As its... Poems - Post by : entrepreneur7 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 2516

Mystery Mystery

Mystery
I know not if in others' eyes She seem'd almost divine;But far beyond a doubt it lies That she did not in mine.Each common stone on which she trod I did not deem a pearl:Nay it is not a little odd How I abhorr'd that girl.We met at balls and picnics oft, Or on a drawingroom stair;My aunt invariably cough'd To warn me she was there:At croquet I was bid remark How queenly was her pose,As with stern glee she drew the dark Blue ball... Poems - Post by : ecash - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 679

Motherhood Motherhood

Motherhood
She laid it where the sunbeams fallUnscann'd upon the broken wall.Without a tear, without a groan,She laid it near a mighty stone,Which some rude swain had haply castThither in sport, long ages past,And Time with mosses had o'erlaid,And fenced with many a tall grassblade,And all about bid roses bloomAnd violets shed their soft perfume.There, in its cool and quiet bed,She set her burden down and fled:Nor flung, all eager to escape,One glance upon the perfect shapeThat lay, still warm and fresh and fair,But motionless and soundless there. No human eye had mark'd her passAcross the linden-shadow'd grassEre yet the... Poems - Post by : harryhermit - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 1858

Under The Trees Under The Trees

Under The Trees
"Under the trees!" Who but agreesThat there is magic in words such as these?Promptly one sees shake in the breezeStately lime-avenues haunted of bees:Where, looking far over buttercupp'd leas,Lads and "fair shes" (that is Byron, and he'sAn authority) lie very much at their ease;Taking their teas, or their duck and green peas,Or, if they prefer it, their plain bread and cheese:Not objecting at all though it's rather a squeezeAnd the glass is, I daresay, at 80 degrees.Some get up glees, and are mad about RiesAnd Sainton, and Tamberlik's thrilling high Cs;Or if painters, hold forth upon Hunt and Maclise,And the... Poems - Post by : roythom - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 3535

'forever' "forever"

'forever'
Forever; 'tis a single word! Our rude forefathers deem'd it two:Can you imagine so absurd A view?Forever! What abysms of woe The word reveals, what frenzy, whatDespair! For ever (printed so) Did not.It looks, ah me! how trite and tame! It fails to sadden or appalOr solace--it is not the same At all.O thou to whom it first occurr'd To solder the disjoin'd, and dowerThy native language with a word Of... Poems - Post by : 51479 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 1273

On The Brink On The Brink

On The Brink
I watch'd her as she stoop'd to pluck A wildflower in her hair to twine;And wish'd that it had been my luck To call her mine.Anon I heard her rate with mad Mad words her babe within its cot;And felt particularly glad That it had not.I knew (such subtle brains have men) That she was uttering what she shouldn't;And thought that I would chide, and then I thought I wouldn't:Who could have gazed upon that face, Those pouting... Poems - Post by : Brett - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 3246

Thoughts At A Railway Station Thoughts At A Railway Station

Thoughts At A Railway Station
'Tis but a box, of modest deal; Directed to no matter where:Yet down my cheek the teardrops steal -Yes, I am blubbering like a seal;For on it is this mute appeal, "With care."I am a stern cold man, and range Apart: but those vague words "With care"Wake yearnings in me sweet as strange:Drawn from my moral Moated Grange,I feel I rather like the change Of air.Hast thou ne'er seen rough pointsmen spy Some simple English phrase--"With care"Or "This side uppermost"--and cryLike children? No?... Poems - Post by : unnameable - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 876

Waiting Waiting

Waiting
"O come, O come," the mother pray'd And hush'd her babe: "let me beholdOnce more thy stately form array'd Like autumn woods in green and gold!"I see thy brethren come and go; Thy peers in stature, and in hueThy rivals. Same like monarchs glow With richest purple: some are blue"As skies that tempt the swallow back; Or red as, seen o'er wintry seas,The star of storm; or barr'd with black And yellow, like the April bees."Come they and go! I heed not, I.... Poems - Post by : danphillips - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 1943

Arcades Ambo Arcades Ambo

Arcades Ambo
Why are ye wandering aye 'twixt porch and porch, Thou and thy fellow--when the pale stars fade At dawn, and when the glowworm lights her torch, O Beadle of the Burlington Arcade? --Who asketh why the Beautiful was made? A wan cloud drifting o'er the waste of blue, The thistledown that floats above the glade, The lilac-blooms of April--fair to view,And naught but fair are these; and such, I ween, are you. Yes, ye... Poems - Post by : masonchan - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 1527

The Schoolmaster Abroad With His Son The Schoolmaster Abroad With His Son

The Schoolmaster Abroad With His Son
O what harper could worthily harp it, Mine Edward! this wide-stretching wold(Look out wold) with its wonderful carpet Of emerald, purple, and gold!Look well at it--also look sharp, it Is getting so cold.The purple is heather (erica); The yellow, gorse--call'd sometimes "whin."Cruel boys on its prickles might spike a Green beetle as if on a pin.You may roll in it, if you would like a Few holes in your skin.You wouldn't? Then think of how kind you Should be to... Poems - Post by : donbarletta - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 969

Contentment After The Manner Of Horace Contentment After The Manner Of Horace

Contentment After The Manner Of Horace
Friend, there be they on whom mishap Or never or so rarely comes,That, when they think thereof, they snap Derisive thumbs:And there be they who lightly lose Their all, yet feel no aching void;Should aught annoy them, they refuse To be annoy'd:And fain would I be e'en as these! Life is with such all beer and skittles;They are not difficult to please About their victuals:The trout, the grouse, the early pea, By such, if there, are freely taken;If... Poems - Post by : Gregrey - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 3459

Disaster Disaster

Disaster
'Twas ever thus from childhood's hour! My fondest hopes would not decay:I never loved a tree or flower Which was the first to fade away!The garden I used to delve Short-frock'd, still yields me pinks in plenty:The peartree that I climb'd at twelve I see still blossoming, at twenty.I never nursed a dear gazelle; But I was given a parroquet -(How I did nurse him if unwell!) He's imbecile, but lingers yet.He's green, with an enchanting tuft; He melts me with his small black eye:He'd look... Poems - Post by : chat_junkie9 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 3137

Precious Stones Precious Stones

Precious Stones
AN INCIDENT IN MODERN HISTORY. My Cherrystones! I prize them, No tongue can tell how much!Each lady caller eyes them, And madly longs to touch!At eve I lift them down, I look Upon them, and I cry;Recalling how my Prince 'partook' (Sweet word!) of cherry-pie!To me it was an Era In life, that Dejeuner!They ate, they sipp'd Madeira Much in the usual way.Many a soft item there would be, No doubt, upon the carte:But one made life a heaven to me: It was the cherry-tart.Lightly... Poems - Post by : Cherylyne - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 3405

Ballad Ballad

Ballad
The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees.The piper he piped on the hill-top high, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)Till the cow said "I die," and the goose ask'd "Why?" And the dog said nothing, but search'd for fleas.The farmer he strode through the square farmyard; (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)His last brew of ale was a trifle hard - The... Poems - Post by : texasrolex - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 1628

Companions Companions

Companions
A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER.BY THE AUTHOR OF "DEWY MEMORIES," &c. I know not of what we ponder'd Or made pretty pretence to talk, As, her hand within mine, we wander'd Tow'rd the pool by the limetree walk,While the dew fell in showers from the passion flowers And the blush-rose bent on her stalk. I cannot recall her figure: Was it regal as Juno's own? Or only a trifle bigger Than... Poems - Post by : jonataa3rsdo1n - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 2948

Sad Memories Sad Memories

Sad Memories
They tell me I am beautiful: they praise my silken hair,My little feet that silently slip on from stair to stair:They praise my pretty trustful face and innocent grey eye;Fond hands caress me oftentimes, yet would that I might die!Why was I born to be abhorr'd of man and bird and beast?The bulfinch marks me stealing by, and straight his song hath ceased;The shrewmouse eyes me shudderingly, then flees; and, worse than that,The housedog he flees after me--why was I born a cat?Men prize the heartless hound who quits dry-eyed his native land;Who wags a mercenary tail and licks a... Poems - Post by : ronhrp - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 2012

Wanderers Wanderers

Wanderers
As o'er the hill we roam'd at will, My dog and I together,We mark'd a chaise, by two bright bays Slow-moved along the heather:Two bays arch neck'd, with tails erect And gold upon their blinkers;And by their side an ass I spied; It was a travelling tinker's.The chaise went by, nor aught cared I; Such things are not in my way:I turn'd me to the tinker, who Was loafing down a by-way:I ask'd him where he lived--a stare Was all I got in answer,As on he trudged:... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : October 2011 - Author : Charles Stuart Calverley - Read : 3258