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Ring out； wild bells … and tame ones too；
Ring out the lover's moon。
Ring in the little worsted socks；
Ring in the bib and spoon。
Ring out the muse； ring in the nurse；
Ring in the milk and water。
Away with paper； pen； and ink …
My daughter！ O； my daughter！
George Washington Cable ＇1844…1925＇
DISASTER
After Moore
'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； where I used to delve
Short…frocked； still yields me pinks in plenty；
The pear…tree that I climbed at twelve；
I see still blossoming； at twenty。
I never nursed a dear gazelle。
But I was given a paroquet …
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 inimitable stuffed；
And knows it … but he will not die！
I had a kitten … I was rich
In pets … but all too soon my kitten
Became a full…sized cat； by which
I've more than once been scratched and bitten；
And when for sleep her limbs she curled
One day beside her untouched plateful；
And glided calmly from the world；
I freely own that I was grateful。
And then I bought a dog … a queen！
Ah； Tiny； dear departing pug！
She lives； but she is past sixteen；
And scarce can crawl across the rug。
I loved her beautiful and kind；
Delighted in her pert Bow…wow：
But now she snaps if you don't mind；
'Twere lunacy to love her now。
I used to think； should e'er mishap
Betide my crumple…visaged Ti；
In shape of prowling thief； or trap；
Or coarse bull…terrier … I should die。
But ah！ disasters have their use；
And life might e'en be too sunshiny：
Nor would I make myself a goose；
If some big dog should swallow Tiny。
Charles Stuart Calverley ＇1831…1884＇
'TWAS EVER THUS
After Moore
I never reared a young gazelle；
（Because； you see； I never tried）；
But had it known and loved me well；
No doubt the creature would have died。
My rich and aged Uncle John
Has known me long and loves me well
But still persists in living on …
I would he were a young gazelle。
I never loved a tree or flower；
But； if I had； I beg to say
The blight； the wind； the sun； or shower
Would soon have withered it away。
I've dearly loved my Uncle John；
From childhood to the present hour；
And yet he will go living on …
I would he were a tree or flower！
Henry Sambrooke Leigh ＇1837…1883＇
A GRIEVANCE
After Byron
Dear Mr。 Editor： I wish to say …
If you will not be angry at my； writing it …
But I've been used； since childhood's happy day；
When I have thought of something； to inditing it；
I seldom think of things； and； by the way；
Although this meter may not be exciting； it
Enables one to be extremely terse；
Which is not what one always is in verse。
I used to know a man； … such things befall
The observant wayfarer through Fate's domain …
He was a man； take him for all in all；
We shall not look upon his like again；
I know that statement's not original；
What statement is； since Shakespeare？ or； since Cain；
What murder？ I believe 'twas Shakespeare said it； or
Perhaps it may have been your Fighting Editor。
Though why an Editor should fight； or why
A Fighter should abase himself to edit；
Are problems far too difficult and high
For me to solve with any sort of credit。
Some greatly more accomplished man than I
Must tackle them： let's say then Shakespeare said it；
And； if he did not； Lewis Morris may
（Or even if he did）。 Some other day；
When I have nothing pressing to impart；
I should not mind dilating on this matter。
I feel its import both in head and heart；
And always did； … especially the latter。
I could discuss it in the busy mart
Or on the lonely housetop； hold！ this chatter
Diverts me from my purpose。 To the point：
The time； as Hamlet said； is out of joint；
And perhaps I was born to set it right； …
A fact I greet with perfect equanimity。
I do not put it down to 〃cursed spite；〃
I don't see any cause for cursing in it。 I
Have always taken very great delight
In such pursuits since first I read divinity。
Whoever will may write a nation's songs
As long as I'm allowed to right its wrongs。
What's Eton but a nursery of wrong…righters；
A mighty mother of effective men；
A training ground for amateur reciters；
A sharpener of the sword as of the pen；
A factory of orators and fighters；
A forcing…house of genius？ Now and then
The world at large shrinks back； abashed and beaten；
Unable to endure the glare of Eton。
I think I said I knew a man： what then？
I don't suppose such knowledge is forbid。
We nearly all do； more or less； know men； …
Or think we do； nor will a man get rid
Of that delusion while he wields a pen。
But who this man was； what； if aught； he did；
Nor why I mentioned him； I do not know；
Nor what I 〃wished to say〃 a while ago。
James Kenneth Stephen ＇1859…1892＇
〃NOT A SOU HAD HE GOT〃
After Charles Wolfe
Not a sou had he got … not a guinea or note …
And he looked confoundedly flurried；
As he bolted away without paying his shot；
And the landlady after him hurried。
We saw him again at dead of night；
When home from the club returning；
We twigged the doctor beneath the light
Of the gas…lamp brilliantly burning。
All bare and exposed to the midnight dews；
Reclined in a gutter we found him；
And he looked like a gentleman taking a snooze
With his Marshall cloak around him。
〃The doctor's as drunk as the devil；〃 we said；
And we managed a shutter to borrow；
We raised him； and sighed at the thought that his head
Would consumedly ache on the morrow。
We bore him home； and we put him to bed；
And we told his wife and his daughter
To give him next morning a couple of red…
Herrings； with soda…water。
Loudly they talked of his money that's gone；
And his lady began to upbraid him；
But little he recked； so they let him snore on
'Neath the counterpane； just as we laid him。
We tucked him in； and had hardly done；
When； beneath the window calling；
We heard the rough voice of a son of a gun
Of a watchman 〃One o'clock！〃 bawling。
Slowly and sadly we all walked down
From his room on the uppermost story；
A rushlight we placed on the cold hearth…stone；
And we left him alone in his glory。
Richard Harris Barham ＇1788…1845＇
THE WHITING AND THE SNAIL
From 〃Alice in Wonderland〃
After Mary Howitt
〃Will you walk a little faster？〃 said a whiting to a snail；
〃There's a porpoise close behind us； and he's treading on my tail；
See bow eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance！
They are waiting on the shingle … will you come and join the dance？
Will you； won't you； will you； won't you； will you join the dance？
Will you； won't you； will you； won't you； won't you join the dance？
〃You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us； with the lobsters； out to sea！〃
But the snail replied； 〃Too far； too far！〃 and gave a look askance …
Said he thanked the whiting kindly； but he would not join the dance。
Would not； could not； would not； could not； would not join the dance。
Would not； could not； would not； could not； could not join the dance。
〃What matters it how far we go？〃 his scaly friend replied。
〃There is another shore； you know； upon the other side。
The further off from England the nearer is to France …
Then turn not pale； beloved snail； but come and join the dance。
Will you； won't you； will you； won't you； will you join the dance？
Will you； won't you； will you； won't you； won't you join the dance？〃
Lewis Carroll ＇1832…1898＇
THE RECOGNITION
After Tennyson
Home they brought her sailor son；
Grown a man across the sea；
Tall and broad and black of beard；
And hoarse of voice as man may be。
Hand to shake and mouth to kiss；
Both he offered ere he spoke；
But she said； 〃What man is this
Comes to play a sorry joke？〃
Then they praised him … called him 〃smart；〃
〃Tightest lad that ever stept；〃
But her son she did not know；
And she neither smiled nor wept。
Rose； a nurse of ninety years；
Set a pigeon…pie in sight；
She saw him eat： … 〃'Tis he！ 'tis he！〃
She knew him … by his appetite！
Frederick William Sawyer ＇1810…1875＇
THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL
After Tennyson
One； who is not； we see： but one； whom we see not； is；
Surely this is not that： but that is assuredly this。
What； and wherefore； and whence？ for under is over and under；
If thunder could be without lightning； lightning could be without thunder。
Doubt is faith in the main： but faith； on the whole； is doubt；
We cannot believe by proof： but could we believe without？
Why； and whither； and how？ for barley and rye are not clover；
Neither are straight lines curves： yet over is under and over。
Two and two may be four： but four and four are not eight；
Fate and God may be twain： but God is the same thing as fate。
Ask a man what he thinks； and get from a man what he feels；
God； once caught in the fact； shows you a fair pair of heels。
Body and spirit are twins： God only knows which is which；
The soul squats down in the flesh； like a tinker drunk in a ditch。
One and two are not one： but one and nothing is two；
Truth can hardly be false； if falsehood cannot be true。
Once the mastodon was： pterodactyls were common as cocks；
Then the mammoth was God； now is He a prize ox。
Parallels all things are： yet many of these are askew。
You are certainly I： but certainly I am not you。
Springs the rock from the plain； shoots the stream from the rock；
Cocks exist for the hen： but hens exist for the cock。
God； whom we see not； is： and God； who is not； we see；
Fiddle； we k
