Volume Iv Part 1 (2/2)
Through gallopade I cannot swing The entangling blooms of Beauty's spring: I cannot say the tender thing, Be't true or false, And am beginning to opine Those girls are only half-divine Whose waists yon wicked boys entwine In giddy waltz.
I fear that arm above that shoulder; I wish them wiser, graver, older, Sedater, and no harm if colder, And panting less.
Ah! people were not half so wild In former days, when, starchly mild, Upon her high-heeled Ess.e.x smiled The brave Queen Bess.
Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864]
UNDER THE LINDENS
Under the lindens lately sat A couple, and no more, in chat; I wondered what they would be at Under the lindens.
I saw four eyes and four lips meet, I heard the words, ”How sweet! how sweet!”
Had then the Fairies given a treat Under the lindens?
I pondered long and could not tell What dainty pleased them both so well: Bees! bees! was it your hydromel Under the lindens?
Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864]
ADVICE
To write as your sweet mother does Is all you wish to do.
Play, sing, and smile for others, Rose!
Let others write for you.
Or mount again your Dartmoor gray, And I will walk beside, Until we reach that quiet bay Which only hears the tide.
Then wave at me your pencil, then At distance bid me stand, Before the caverned cliff, again The creature of your hand.
And bid me then go past the nook To sketch me less in size; There are but few content to look So little in your eyes.
Delight us with the gifts you have, And wish for none beyond: To some be gay, to some be grave, To one (blest youth!) be fond.
Pleasures there are how close to Pain And better unpossessed!
Let poetry's too throbbing vein Lie quiet in your breast.
Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864]
TO f.a.n.n.y
Never mind how the pedagogue proses, You want not antiquity's stamp; The lip, that such fragrance discloses, Oh! never should smell of the lamp.
Old Chloe, whose withering kisses Have long set the Loves at defiance, Now, done with the science of blisses, May fly to the blisses of science!
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