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“BITTE, HERR, BEZAHLEN |!’ 51 And when, your cash and patience gone, You leave the valley snarlin’, The gleesome echoes chase you down, With “ Bitte, Herr, bezahlen!”
…l 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 exhalation ; Pass’d ! pass’d! for us, forever pass’d, that once so mighty world, now void inanimate, phantom world Embroider’d, dazzling, foreign world, with all its gorgeous legends, …
66 HOW TO DO A RECHAUFFE There! dry your eyes, my lass, put on A pretty costume to surprise him, Don’t wait till he is really gone! (Like Ahab did, on Mount Gerizim). Don’t read “ Félise” or any thing That naughty Mr Swinburne scribbles ; The human heart with love enring ; Don’t dig right into it with dibbles! Good luck, my lass, you now your way can see! —I feared she might have taken me to Replenish the unusual vacancy ; And I have other things to see to.
A BALLADE OF FAREWELL 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 se…
…ake the challenge, fair an’ free ; Fur Jim ’e seemed to us to boast, The which our villidge hates the most. “Well, arter ’arf-a-’our ’ad gone, Why, sudden-like there up an’ spoke: ‘T’ll challenge this ’ere champion !’ An’ this was this ’ere Billy Stoke. So ups we gets upon our legs, An’ tells the girl to fetch the heggs. ‘Says Jim, ‘Bring mine as hard as bricks, An’ boil ’em ’arf-a-’our or more,
… beetle Black eyes that grow green for an hour ; The weary wide limbs and the leetle White hands, like a boot in a bower ; When thou art gone down, as a jelly, What shall rest of us then, as we part, O mystic and dolorous Kelly, Apostle of Art! Seven sorrows are sung by the Herald :? But thy daubs, which are seventy times seven, Will kill me my militant Gerald, And then they will haunt me in heaven ; Fierce eyebrow or famishing bosom, Rossetti or Aubrey or Jones, Some buxom, some frail as the dew, some Mere bags full of bones. You shift and bed…
…is seat, An’ swallers ’is’n ’ard an’ ’ole ; An’ Billy stands upon ’is feet, An’ drinks ’em from a chiny bowl. So by the time a ’our were gone, They eats between ’em forty-one. “But Jimmy’s mouth were gitting dry, An’ so ’e’as to wash ’em down, While Billy looked ’most fit to die, An’ turned from green to dirty-brown ; An’ Sawbones Smith was a’most mazed, An’ Parson Bimmins fairly dazed. “Well, mister, Jimmy Buskett ses, "E ses, ses ’e, at fifty-two, A-chokin’ an’ a-blowin’ es A rileway ingin go to do—