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And Cleggs - a worthy, kind old boy -
And when the day was dry,
At first the mermen laughed, “ Pooh! pooh !"
And sounded loud recalls;
In silken hose and smalls.
They set to work, these watermen,
They drew with dainty touch
And hurt them very much.
The merman sank - the captain too
Like stone from catapult;
But ah! with what result!
They didn't let him learn their law,
Or interesting mem.;
He didn't come for them.
For though when Captain Capel sank,
Gave him a hearty hail,
And gave him such a tail !
When Captain Cleggs returned aboard,
To see him altered so.
Immediately should go.
(Spoken by SELENE, a Fairy Queen.) With all their misery, with all their sin, With all the elements of wretchedness That teem on that unholy world of theirs, They have one great and ever-glorious gift, That compensation for all they have to bear The gift of Love! Not as we use the word ; To signify more tranquil brotherhood; But in some sense that is unknown to us, Their love bears like relation to our own That the fierce beauty of the noonday sun, Bears to the calm of a soft summer's eve. It nerves the wearied mortal with hot life, And bathes his soul in hazy happiness. The richest man is poor who hath it not, And he who hath it laughs at poverty. It hath no conqueror. When Death himself Has worked his very worst, this love of theirs Lives still upon the loved one's memory. It is a strange enchantment, which invests The most unlovely things with loveliness. The maiden, fascinated by this spell, Sees everything as she would have it be; Her squalid cot becomes a princely home; Its stunted shrubs are groves of stately elms; The weedy brook that trickles past her door Is a broad river, fringed with drooping trees;
And of all marvels the most marvelous,
TO THE TERRESTRIAL GLOBE.
Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through pathless realms of space
Roll on ! What though I'm in a sorry case ? What though I cannot meet my bills ? What though I suffer toothache's ills ? What though I swallow countless pills ? Never you mind !
Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through seas of inky air
Roll on ! It's true I've got no shirts to wear; It's true my butcher's bill is due ; It's true my prospects all look very blue; But don't let that unsettle you ! Never you mind !
[It rolls on.]
ONLY A DANCING GIRL. Only a dancing girl,
With an unromantic style, With borrowed color and curl,
With fixed mechanical smile,
With many a hackneyed wile,
She acts a palpable lie,
As unpoetical I!
I hear you asking, Why-
No airy fairy she,
As she hangs in arsenic green, From a highly impossible tree
In a highly impossible scene
(herself not over clean). For fays don't suffer, I'm told, From bunions, coughs, or cold.
And stately dames that bring
Their daughters there to see, Pronounce the “dancing thing”
No better than she should be
With her skirt at her shameful knee And her painted, tainted phiz: Ah, matron, which of us is ?
(And, in sooth, it oft occurs
That while these matrons sigh, Their dresses are lower than hers,
And sometimes half as high;
And their hair is hair they buy,
But change her gold and green
For a coarse merino gown, And see her
the scene Of her home, when coaxing down
Her drunken father's frown, In his squalid cheerless den; She's a fairy truly, then !