Volume Iv Part 14 (1/2)

Ah, but things more than polite Hung on this toy, voyez-vous!

Matters of state and of might, Things that great ministers do; Things that, maybe, overthrew Those in whose brains they began; Here was the sign and the cue,-- This was the Pompadour's fan!

ENVOY Where are the secrets it knew?

Weavings of plot and of plan?

--But where is the Pompadour, too?

This was the Pompadour's Fan!

Austin Dobson [1840-1921]

”WHEN I SAW YOU LAST, ROSE”

When I saw you last, Rose, You were only so high;-- How fast the time goes!

Like a bud ere it blows, You just peeped at the sky, When I saw you last, Rose!

Now your petals unclose, Now your May-time is nigh;-- How fast the time goes!

And a life,--how it grows!

You were scarcely so shy, When I saw you last, Rose!

In your bosom it shows There's a guest on the sly; (How fast the time goes!)

Is it Cupid? Who knows!

Yet you used not to sigh, When I saw you last, Rose;-- How fast the time goes!

Austin Dobson [1840-1921]

URCEUS EXIT

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.

It began a la mode, I intended an Ode; But Rose crossed the road In her latest new bonnet; I intended an Ode; And it turned to a Sonnet.

Austin Dobson [1840-1921]

A CORSAGE BOUQUET

Myrtilla, to-night, Wears Jacqueminot roses.

She's the loveliest sight!

Myrtilla to-night:-- Correspondingly light My pocket-book closes.

Myrtilla, to-night Wears Jacqueminot roses.

Charles Henry Luders [1858-1891]