Charles Stuart Calverley

A is an Angel of blushing eighteen: B is the Ball where the Angel was seen: C is her Chaperone, who cheated at cards:

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,

The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before;

In those old days which poets say were golden - (Perhaps they laid the gilding on themselves: And, if they did, I'm all the more beholden

MDCCCLIII. "Qucquid agunt homines, nostri est farrago libelli." Acris hyems jam venit: hyems genus omne perosa

I know not why my soul is rack'd Why I ne'er smile as was my wont: I only know that, as a fact,

I. She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.

A Tale Of A Grandfather. By The Author Of "Dewy Memories," &C. I know not of what we ponder'd

After The Manner Of Horace. Friend, there be they on whom mishap Or never or so rarely comes,

"Dr. Birch's young friends will reassemble to-day, Feb. 1st." White is the wold, and ghostly The dank and leafless trees;

'Twas ever thus from childhood's hour! My fondest hopes would not decay: I never loved a tree or flower

Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel, A tourist's cap is on my brow,

Kate! if e'er thy light foot lingers On the lawn, when up the fells Steals the Dark, and fairy fingers

O my earliest love, who, ere I number'd Ten sweet summers, made my bosom thrill! Will a swallow - or a swift, or some bird -

O memory! that which I gave thee To guard in thy garner yestreen - Little deeming thou e'er could'st behave thee

Forever; 'tis a single word! Our rude forefathers deem'd it two: Can you imagine so absurd

Il. 1. Sing, O daughter of heaven, of Peleus' son, of Achilles, Him whose terrible wrath brought thousand woes on Achaia.

BOOK II. Sweet, when the great sea's water is stirred to his depths by the storm- winds, Standing ashore to descry one afar-off mightily struggling:

IDYLL. VII. Scarce midway were we yet, nor yet descried The stone that hides what once was Brasidas:

Some vast amount of years ago, Ere all my youth had vanished from me, A boy it was my lot to know,

Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings, By that ancient pile I linger

The time admits not flowers or leaves To deck the banquet. Fiercely flies The blast of North and East, and ice

In the Gloaming to be roaming, where the crested waves are foaming, And the shy mermaidens combing locks that ripple to their feet; When the Gloaming is, I never made the ghost of an endeavour

Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades, And the shut lily cradles not the bee; The red deer couches in the forest glades,

OD. iii. 3. The just man's single-purposed mind Not furious mobs that prompt to ill

FROM 'REJECTED ADDRESSES.' Balmy Zephyrs, lightly flitting, Shade me with your azure wing;

FELICIA HEMANS. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath,

R. C. TRENCH. "Let us turn hitherward our bark," they cried, "And, 'mid the blisses of this happy isle,

Grinder, who serenely grindest At my door the Hundredth Psalm, Till thou ultimately findest

Ere the morn the East has crimsoned, When the stars are twinkling there, (As they did in Watts's Hymns, and

Darkness succeeds to twilight: Through lattice and through skylight The stars no doubt, if one looked out,

Canst thou love me, lady? I've not learn'd to woo: Thou art on the shady

In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean: Meaning, however, is no great matter)

Yet once more, O ye laurels! and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,

'Tis the hour when white-horsed Day Chases Night her mares away; When the Gates of Dawn (they say)

She laid it where the sunbeams fall Unscann'd upon the broken wall. Without a tear, without a groan,

I know not if in others' eyes She seem'd almost divine; But far beyond a doubt it lies

Now the "rosy morn appearing" Floods with light the dazzled heaven; And the schoolboy groans on hearing

Thou who, when fears attack, Bid'st them avaunt, and Black Care, at the horseman's back

Lines By A Private Tutor. When the young Augustus Edward Has reluctantly gone bedward

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

He stood, a worn-out City clerk - Who'd toil'd, and seen no holiday, For forty years from dawn to dark -

Play, play, while as yet it is day: While the sweet sunlight is warm on the brae! Hark to the lark singing lay upon lay,

An Incident In Modern History. My Cherrystones! I prize them, No tongue can tell how much!

Introductory Art thou beautiful, O my daughter, as the budding rose of April? Are all thy motions music, and is poetry throned in thine eye?

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;

By the wide lake's margin I mark'd her lie - The wide, weird lake where the alders sigh - A young fair thing, with a shy, soft eye;

OD. i. 9. One dazzling mass of solid snow Soracte stands; the bent woods fret

SOPH. AJ. 645. All strangest things the multitudinous years Bring forth, and shadow from us all we know.

It was a railway passenger, And he lept out jauntilie. "Now up and bear, thou stout porter,

On, on, my brown Arab, away, away! Thou hast trotted o'er many a mile to-day, And I trow right meagre hath been thy fare

You see this pebble-stone? It's a thing I bought Of a bit of a chit of a boy i' the mid o' the day - I like to dock the smaller parts-o'-speech,

GEORG. IV. Lo! smoking in the stubborn plough, the ox Falls, from his lip foam gushing crimson-stained,

They come, they come, with fife and drum, And gleaming pikes and glancing banners: Though the eyes flash, the lips are dumb;

O what harper could worthily harp it, Mine Edward! this wide-stretching wold (Look out wold) with its wonderful carpet

INGOLDSBY. Year by year do Beauty's daughters, In the sweetest gloves and shawls,

'Tis but a box, of modest deal; Directed to no matter where: Yet down my cheek the teardrops steal -

OD. iii. 18. Wooer of young Nymphs who fly thee, Lightly o'er my sunlit lawn

OD. i. 14. Yet on fresh billows seaward wilt thou ride, O ship? What dost thou? Seek a hav'n, and there

OD. i. 38. Persian grandeur I abhor; Linden-wreathed crowns, avaunt:

OD. ii. 15. Spouse of penniless Ibycus, Thus late, bring to a close all thy delinquencies,

OD. i. 11. Seek not, for thou shalt not find it, what my end, what thine shall be; Ask not of Chaldaea's science what God wills, Leuconoe:

OD. iv. 13. Lyce, the gods have listened to my prayer; The gods have listened, Lyce. Thou art grey,

The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow, The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit desolate, like that "one swallow"

OD. iii. 13. Bandusia, stainless mirror of the sky! Thine is the flower-crown'd bowl, for thee shall die,

OD. i. 24. Unshamed, unchecked, for one so dear We sorrow. Lead the mournful choir,

"Under the trees!" Who but agrees That there is magic in words such as these? Promptly one sees shake in the breeze

"She was a phantom," &c. In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag, The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;

"The tender Grace of a day that is past." The dew is on the roses, The owl hath spread her wing;

"O come, O come," the mother pray'd And hush'd her babe: "let me behold Once more thy stately form array'd

As o'er the hill we roam'd at will, My dog and I together, We mark'd a chaise, by two bright bays