Verses and Translations
Calverley, Charles Stuart, 1831-1884
English
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VERSES AND TRANSLATIONS
Contents:
VISIONS.
GEMINI AND VIRGO.
"THERE STANDS A CITY"
STRIKING.
VOICES OF THE NIGHT.
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY.
A, B, C.
TO MRS. GOODCHILD.
ODE--'ON A DISTANT PROSPECT' OF MAKING A FORTUNE.
ISABEL.
DIRGE.
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY.
"HIC VIR, HIC EST"
BEER.
ODE TO TOBACCO.
DOVER TO MUNICH.
CHARADES.
PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY.
TRANSLATIONS:
LYCIDAS.
IN MEMORIAM.
LAURA MATILDA'S DIRGE.
"LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL."
"LET US TURN HITHERWARD OUR BARK."
CARMEN SAECULARE.
TRANSLATIONS FROM HORACE.
TO A SHIP.
TO VIRGIL.
TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA.
TO IBYCUS'S WIFE.
SORACTE.
TO LEUCONOE.
JUNO'S SPEECH.
TO A FAUN.
TO LYCE.
TO HIS SLAVE.
TRANSLATIONS:
FROM VIRGIL
FROM THEOCRITUS.
SPEECH OF AJAX.
FROM LUCRETIUS.
FROM HOMER.
VISIONS.
"She was a phantom," &c.
In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,
The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;
And plodding ploughmen's weary steps insensibly grow quicker,
As broadening casements light them on towards home, or home-brewed
liquor.
It is (in fact) the evening--that pure and pleasant time,
When stars break into splendour, and poets into rhyme;
When in the glass of Memory the forms of loved ones shine -
And when, of course, Miss Goodchild's is prominent in mine.
Miss Goodchild!--Julia Goodchild!--how graciously you smiled
Upon my childish passion once, yourself a fair-haired child:
When I was (no doubt) profiting by Dr. Crabb's instruction,
And sent those streaky lollipops home for your fairy suction!
"She wore" her natural "roses, the night when first we met" -
Her golden hair was gleaming 'neath the coercive net:
"Her brow was like the snawdrift," her step was like Queen Mab's,
And gone was instantly the heart of every boy at Crabb's.
The parlour-boarder chasseed tow'rds her on graceful limb;
The onyx decked his bosom--but her smiles were not for him:
With ME she danced--till drowsily her eyes "began to blink,"
And _I_ brought raisin wine, and said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!"
And evermore, when winter comes in his garb of snows,
And the returning schoolboy is told how fast he grows;
Shall I--with that soft hand in mine--enact ideal Lancers,
And dream I hear demure remarks, and make impassioned answers:-
I know that never, never may her love for me return -
At night I muse upon the fact with undisguised concern -
But ever shall I bless that day: (I don't bless, as a rule,
The days I spent at "Dr. Crabb's Preparatory School.")
And yet--we two MAY meet again--(Be still, my throbbing heart!) -
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