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1904 · PDF PAGE 92

In Residence

A SONNET OF SPRING FASHIONS My Chloe has asked for a sonnet To hymn her ccerulean hat. Of course I mayn’t call it a bonnet (Though the rhyme would come awfully pat). It has cherries 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

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1904 · PDF PAGE 7

In Residence

…antly distracted by the dung heap on which these pearls were cast. This volume meets the crying need of millions of what some people w// call “undergrads.” The price for Cash will be One Shilling, for Credit One Thousand Guineas, in the proportion familiar? to all “scions of Alma Mater,” as some other people always say. Damn ’em|!

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1904 · PDF PAGE 62

In Residence

…emsen ” you may hunt, (The fleas, in common parlan- Ce), and for your sport the bill confront- Eth, “Bitte, Herr, bezahlen! ” And if you call the waitress neat “ Mein liebchen—little darlin’ !” Her pretty mouth will murmur sweet, “O bitte, Herr, bezahlen !” And when your guide, divinely drunk, As helpless as a carline. Deserts the party in a funk, Yet “ Bitte, Herr, bezahlen !” 50

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1904 · PDF PAGE 53

In Residence

A REFRAIN OF A FAR COUNTRY WHERE flower and foam draw close to kiss, And seabirds call to nightingales, And olives mix with clematis ; Where the sun seeks a path, and fails To burn the beechen groves, and rails On the cool leaves, that bend and meet To shape us arches in the dales Where Love has chosen our retreat ! No tide is lapping on the sand Where the stream sleeps along the glade; No nymphs are bathing on the strand, Nor in the pools a Tuscan maid ; Nor lurks a fawn within the shade ; Nor springs the moss to foxes’ feet; For all the world…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 47

In Residence

…et, Which as I have previously observed is to make it perfectly plain to the initiated, whether by force of language or mere loudness of call, That this truth is a type of true triumph beyond the bad odds of a bet, In fact I won’t take your money (the first law of betting is that you mayn’t bet on a certainty) so perfectly convinced by this time are all wise men that the score of life is at Love-all. So we twain will sing together ;— Spring regilds her coronet; Summer comes and don’t go neither, [This line is neither grammar nor rhyme, I'm afra…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 102

In Residence

…system of Doctor Goudron and Professor Plume, and it is our interpretation alone which has any real value. It will be necessary first to call the attention of the reader to our own system, without some account of which he may find himself embarrassed, even bewildered. Mr George Macdonald in his masterpiece of Hag- gardized Rabbinical tradition, “Lilith” (Off, Lilith !),} has broken the wind of the poor phrase to this effect: “To grow and not to grow; to grow larger and to grow smaller at one and the same time; yea, even to grow by the simple pr…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 88

In Residence

…nx in Egypt, silent all these century-baffling tombs, Ended for aye the epics of Asia’s, Europe’s helmeted warriors, ended the primitive call of the muses, 76

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1904 · PDF PAGE 89

In Residence

SAPPHO IN CHIC-A-GO 77 Calliope’s call forever closed, Clio, Melpomene, Thiala dead, Ended the stately rhythmus of Una and Oriana, ended the quest of the Holy Graal, Jerusalem a handful of ashes blown by the wind, extinct, The Crusaders’ streams of shadowy midnight troops sped with the sunrise, Amadis, Tancred, utterly gone, Charlemagne, Roland, Oliver gone Palmerin, ogre, departed, vanish’d the turrets that Usk from its waters reflected, Arthur vanish’d with all his knights, Merlin and Lancelot and Galahad, all gone, dissolv’d utterly like an …

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