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…ER 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.”
…nd two, Your eyelids are glued as with glue, A towel is tied to your head, You might be a man with the Flu! “The Trip! and I wish I were dead!” O blood! Mighty being ve whom Our novelists say what is true! You swear, and you fuss, and you fume, And the saddest of books—if the view That I catch of your dainty canoe Be accurate—heavy as lead, Are piled as you yawn and say “ Phew! The Trip! and I wish I were dead!” O ordin’ry persons! Who ‘lume Your College (you are but a few)— You seem to consider your doom A natural duty to do.
I thank the papers, living and dead, who jirst published these masterpieces, for their tacit and unnecessary permission lo reprint them in a collected form.
…of our pluck “ ’twas the devil’s own luck,” And they said of our pace—“ it was slow.” (12) They spoke but we heard not—We slept like the dead, Having feasted on Mauler and Bouvier; And the wind echoed Cecil’s olfactory vessels That snored “Jolly climb! Alleluvia!”
…l spits on thee ; her sin is spiritual. Only the awful slime and excrement That sin sheds off will own thee for a man. Only the worms in dead men’s bowels that crawl To lick a loathlier brother are content. 73
…WELL Now the May term is gone at last. In merriment its days have sped ; Now our brief sojourning is past, And Cambridge days for us are dead. The springtime of our youth is fled, And Summer comes too fierce and dry. With pale cheek and averted head The time is come to say Good-bye. On Life’s rough road we travel fast ; Some to be great, and some to wed. We are small men, the world is vast ; With our desires God is not fed. Some wield gold swords, or steel, or lead ; Some lose good heart, lay weapons by. Each lies in his own self-made bed. The …
…know what the darkness discovers When bald are the hairs of our head ; For “ love and the pleasures of lovers Are only well known to the dead.” ? We shall know if your heaven is helly, Find out if your liver is heart; And if brains be the whole of thee, Kelly, Apostle of Art! 1 Macroprosopus, the ‘‘ Vast Countenance.” 2 Original epigram, by G. F. K. Copyright in the United States of America.
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 …