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Page 1 of 11904 · PDF PAGE 105
…ileo to thy knees by an iniquitous tribunal; Personne ne croit aces cadavres!”? Yet wedoso. The director's murder is done magnificently; better than Macbeth, better than the Cenci ; better than the Mother’s Tragedy. No! this praise is too fulsome, too indiscriminate; but any way, better than the other two. He groans like laurelled Martial in Burns’s poem ; yet his assassin does not tickle the ears of the groundlings with a coarse “ Crévé, nom de D !” but in supreme self-mastery, the iron con- trol of a lunatic whose sanity is at stake, enters s…
1904 · PDF PAGE 16
4 BALLADE OF TRIPOS FEVER You won't paint the universe blue, You won't paint the universe red, You'd better join in with us two :— “The Trip! and I wish I were dead.” ENVOI Princess, if they ever exhume, From the Corn Exchange, me, and we wed, I shall make this poor joke, with a bloom Of happiness which, I assume, You will not consider ill-bred, As we book for the Land of the Oom :— “The Trip! and I wish I were dead.”
1904 · PDF PAGE 83
…mmick to ’is grave. “ An’ when ’e tell the story now, ’"E seem to gasp fur want of breath— Yes, mister, Sawbones ses as ’ow ’E wean’t be better till ’is death ; ‘Unto ’is grave,’ ’e ses, ses ’e, ‘A ruin’ stummick’s what ’e be!’”
1904 · PDF PAGE 92
…erries and strawberries on it, It’s trimmed with the tail of a rat. I think that this verse, if she con it, Is likely to fall very flat. Better luck, as I hope, with the sestet. I cannot write sonnets, my Chloe, They turn out so terribly doughy ! I only write this, as you pressed it. Though now, you'll admit, it looks showy, In writing I heartily blest it! 80
1904 · PDF PAGE 19
…E use to weep over a spill, When you chance to collide with a chap In a cart at the foot of a hill, Or a clergyman out in a trap ; It is better to meet a mishap With philosophy noble and sound, And steer for Fortunia’s lap : “ Hi, Mister, your wheel’s goin’ round !” Though Jack may be followed by Jill, On the slope, a man’s claret to tap ; There’s a way that is made by a will, Like a river turned on from a tap. You may cover the whole of the map, Your face with the sunlight is browned, You smile when boys shout, with a clap,! Hi, Mister, your w…
1904 · PDF PAGE 66
…side !— Remember the years o’er your head!” “In the days of one’s youth,” Father William replied, “A passion more deadly appears ; It is better for years to be over my head, Than for me to be head over ears!” “You are old, Father William,” the young man said, “ And your legs are as flabby as suet, Yet you gloat in a week on a second-rate peak, Pray, how in the world do you do it?” 54
1904 · PDF PAGE 76
…r. Conclude. A thousand kind words and a word over to those who won and those who gamely stuck to it though they were beaten. (Next time better luck to it !)? 1 As a direct result of these remarks the boat-race was indeed won by us the very next year but three or four.
1904 · PDF PAGE 47
… but I haven’t lost hope of sticking to grammar yet.] It is goodly and glad to see Gilbert express his poetic regret. I can find nothing better to add than that the son of Kish was Saul :— Good Gilbert’s forgotten again! The piece of advice he had in his mind was “ Trust Heaven and distrust Baphomet !”
1904 · PDF PAGE 104
…e printed here. His self-restraint, his command of expression, his elocution were alike wonderful. Booth, Irving, could not have done it better: it could have barely been equalled even by Wilson Barrett in his prime.
1904 · PDF PAGE 88
… Jaffa’s gate and on Mount Moriah, The same on the walls of your German, French and Spanish castles, and Italian collections, For know a better, fresher, busier sphere, a wide, untried domain awaits, demands you. Respoasive to our summons, Or rather to her long-nurs’d inclination, Join’d with an irresistible, natural gravitation, She comes! I hear the rustling of her gown, I scent the odour of her breath’s delicious fragrance, I mark her step divine, her curious eyes a-turning, rolling, Upon this very scene. The dame of dames! can I believe the…