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…HEMIST’S LOVE-SONG For oxidising agents all : And if my love she were to spurn, Like tetra-nitro-di-benzal- Tolu-ethylidene I’d burn. My heart would break up like the mol- Ecule of para-toluene- Diazo-y-amidol- Hydroxy-tri-mesitylene.
… lips belong This year, next year, never again ? Say, whose lips will have done me wrong? Tell me, little shy bird, if pain Dwell in thy heart at an idle song ; Now we are one; we shall soon be twain ! Say, how long? 79
… 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.
THE ALPS (Translated from the French) ALL hail! ye glaciers splendid That meet the azure sky, Across you we have wended With joyous heart and high. The snow is tinged with morning, The air is keen and pure, Away ! to seek the dawning | Upon the loftiest tower! Below the silent passes The chamois browse in peace : The distant roar of masses And city clamours cease. *Tis here we leave the sadness Of cruel earth behind ; This is the land of gladness Of every noble mind ! This is the summit regal Of boldly-sculptured form. ’Tis hence the audacious …
…eld, the statesman’s nest,” The wicket and the river bed. The evildoer comes to dread Its scathing scorn, its charges true. It makes the heart as dull as lead Dance until everything is blue. The reverend Review (suppressed The rising laugh, the smile ill-bred) Bakes for the Fellows that infest This University, a bread 1 Written for the Camébridge Magazine. 2 The Union!!! 27
HOW TO DO A RECHAUFFE WHEN from a maid her lover goes, Her little heart is full to burstin’. She goes and dons at once the clothes Her fickle lover kissed her first in. She argues “if I reconstruct That situation accurately, Beneath his arm I’1l soon be tucked, If any virtue lie in Whately.” With Huxley it appears to her, Mutatis, that’s to say, mutandts, The situation will recur, Unhelped by artibus nefandis. She will not recognise the fact, That probably a change would snare ’em! A person of superior tact, Would purchase bloomers, ay, and wea…
…sudden wild accord The broadside for old England’s sake : The enemy could not afford Nelson and Rodney, Howe and Drake. On every English heart, engrossed In golden letters, tall and broad, Are the achievements of our host And the brave ships, whose horns have gored 39
…m. Thy liar’s tongue licks liquid dung to hatch From fetid ulcers with its slimy warm Venom some fouler vermin, in their nest Thy rotten heart and thy polluting breast! 72
…rue. I think you ought not to object To a serious ballade or two. All folk at odd times may be needing A voice to advise or protect; The heart of a maid may be bleeding; The sky of your life may be flecked With clouds, and you cannot expect The flowers to grow without dew— Please listen with proper respect To a serious ballade or two! The sprinkling of thought I am seeding May gather, take root, and reject The things that would hinder its breeding (Comme il faut, that’s to say, and correct) 37
…o 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 time is come to say Good-bye. May God defend us from the blast, And smooth our path, and keep our head ! Be with us when we stand aghast, And quicken Faith when Hope has bled. 43
…eze is here at last ; I see the dainty-masted ships Leap like young fawns beneath the blast : The water beats the shingle fast As if its heart with passion beat, And the sweet hour of sleep is past Where Love has chosen our retreat. The moon is up; the star-sky dawns ; My lover turns a ruby lip: There gather nymphs, and eager fauns To watch us play ; the shadows slip, And sylph and fountain-fairy dip Between the leaves, to scent the sweet Perfume of kisses, when we clip, Where Love has chosen our retreat. ENVOI Princess, the fishing-boats are f…
… “ 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.