Talk with prudence to a Beggar
Of "Potosi", and the mines!
Reverently, to the Hungry
Of your viands, and your wines!
Cautious, hint to any Captive
You have passed enfranchized feet!
Anecdotes of air, in Dungeons
Have sometimes proved deadly sweet!
My friend attacks my friend!
Oh Battle picturesque!
Then I turn Soldier too,
And he turns Satirist!
How martial is this place!
Had I a mighty gun
I think I'd shoot the human race
And then to glory run!
In rags mysterious as these
The shining Courtiers go,
Vailing the purple, and the plumes -
Vailing the ermine so.
Smiling, as they request an alms
At some imposing door -
Smiling when we walk barefoot
Upon their golden floo.
I had some things that I called mine -
And God, that he called his -
Till, recently a rival Claim
Disturbed these amities.
The property, my garden,
Which having sown with care,
He claims the pretty acre,
And sends a Bailiff there.
The station of the parties
Forbids publicity,
But Justice is sublimer
Than arms, or pedigree.
I'll institute an "Action" -
I'll vindicate the law -
Jove! Choose your counsel -
I retain "Shaw"!
What Inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar Traveller comes?
Who is the Landlord?
Where the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth -
No brimming tankards flow -
Necromancer! Landlord!
Who are these below.
"Good night", because we must!
How intricate the Dust!
I would go, to know -
Oh Incognito!
Saucy, saucy Seraph,
To elude me so!
Father! They wont tell me!
Wont you tell them to?
Our share of night to bear -
Our share of morning -
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning -
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way!
Here a mist - and there a mist -
Afterwards - Day!
The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly -
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially -
The Brooks laugh louder
When I come -
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
L'Ape non è impaurita da me.
Conosco la Farfalla -
Il grazioso popolo dei Boschi
Mi riceve cordialmente -
I Ruscelli ridono più forte
Quando arrivo -
Più folli giocano le Brezze;
Perché il tuo argento mi appanna la vista,
Perché, Oh Giorno d'Estate?
Where bells no more affright the morn -
Where scrabble never comes -
Where very nimble Gentlemen
Are forced to keep their rooms -
Where tired Children placid sleep
Thro' Centuries of noon
This place is Bliss - this town is Heaven -
Please, Pater, pretty soon!
"Oh could we climb where Moses stood,
And view the Landscape o'er"
Not Father's bells - nor Factories,
Could scare us any more!
Artists wrestled here!
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose!
Student of the Year!
For the easel here
Say Repose!