FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72  
73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   >>   >|  
augh at before the tall blonde Aryan drove him into the corners of Europe?"--Brander Matthews I am an ancient Jest! Palaeolithic man In his arboreal nest The sparks of fun would fan; My outline did he plan, And laughed like one possessed, 'Twas thus my course began, I am a Merry Jest! I am an early Jest! Man delved, and built, and span; Then wandered South and West The peoples Aryan, I journeyed in their van; The Semites, too, confessed,-- From Beersheba to Dan,-- I am a Merry Jest! I am an ancient Jest! Through all the human clan, Red, black, white, free, oppressed, Hilarious I ran! I'm found in Lucian, In Poggio, and the rest, I'm dear to Moll and Nan! I am a Merry Jest! ENVOY Prince, you may storm and ban-- Joe Millers are a pest, Suppress me if you can! I am a Merry Jest! Andrew Lang [1844-1912] THE KINDLY MUSE TIME TO BE WISE Yes; I write verses now and then, But blunt and flaccid is my pen, No longer talked of by young men As rather clever: In the last quarter are my eyes, You see it by their form and size; Is it not time then to be wise? Or now or never. Fairest that ever sprang from Eve! While Time allows the short reprieve, Just look at me! would you believe 'Twas once a lover? I cannot clear the five-bar gate; But, trying first its timber's state, Climb stiffly up, take breath, and wait To trundle over. Through gallopade I cannot swing The entangling blooms of Beauty's spring: I cannot say the tender thing, Be't true or false, And am beginning to opine Those girls are only half-divine Whose waists yon wicked boys entwine In giddy waltz. I fear that arm above that shoulder; I wish them wiser, graver, older, Sedater, and no harm if colder, And panting less. Ah! people were not half so wild In former days, when, starchly mild, Upon her high-heeled Essex smiled The brave Queen Bess. Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864] UNDER THE LINDENS Under the lindens lately sat A couple, and no more, in chat; I wondered what they would be at Under the lindens. I saw four eyes and four lips meet, I heard the words, "How sweet! how sweet!" Had then the Fairies given a treat Under the lindens? I pondered long and could not tell What dainty pleased them both so well: Bees! bees! was it your hydromel Under the lindens? Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864] ADVICE To write as your sweet mother does Is all you wish to do. Play, sing, a
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72  
73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

lindens

 
Through
 

Savage

 
Walter
 

ancient

 

Landor

 
graver
 

entwine

 

waists

 

wicked


shoulder

 
breath
 

trundle

 

gallopade

 

timber

 

stiffly

 

entangling

 
blooms
 

beginning

 

spring


Beauty

 

tender

 

divine

 

Fairies

 

pondered

 
dainty
 
mother
 

ADVICE

 
hydromel
 

pleased


starchly
 

colder

 

panting

 

people

 
heeled
 

couple

 

wondered

 

LINDENS

 
smiled
 

Sedater


journeyed

 
peoples
 

Semites

 

confessed

 

delved

 
wandered
 

Beersheba

 
Lucian
 

Poggio

 

Hilarious