kA THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES *tr GREEN BAYS ET, SI NON ALIUM LATE JACTARET ODOREM, LAURUS ERAT. GREEN BAYS VERSES AND PARODIES BY Q 9£ed)uen ano Co* 18 BURY STREET, W.C. LONDON 1893 SIM &8 Most of the verses in this volume were written at Oxford, and first appeared in the 'Oxford Magazine.' A few are reprinted from 'The Speaker' ; and a few from certain works of fiction published by Messrs. (Jassell and Co. Q, CONTENTS IN A COLLEGE GARDEN, THE SPLENDID SPUR, THE WHITE MOTH, .... Irish Melodies — i. tim the dragoon, ii. kenmare river, LADY JANE (SAPPHICS), A TRIOLET, ..... AN OATH, ...... UPON GRACIOSA, WALKING AND TALKING, WRITTEN UPON LOVe's FRONTIER-POST, TITANIA, ...... MEASURE FOR MEASURE, RETROSPECTION, .... WHY THIS VOLUME IS SO THIN, . ix I 4 6 8 io 13 18 19 20 21 22 25 28 33 CONTENTS Nugae Oxonienses TWILIGHT, ....... WILLAL00, ....... THE SAIR STROKE, ...... THE DOOM OF THE ESQUIRE BEDELL, . ' BEHOLD ! I AM NOT ONE THAT GOES TO LECTURES,' CALIBAN UPON RUDIMENTS, .... SOLVITUR ACRIS HIEMPS, ... A LETTER, . ...... 37 39 44 48 5i 54 57 60 Occasional Verses ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS, . UNITY PUT QUARTERLY, FIRE ! DE TEA FABULA, l'eNVOI (AS I LAYE A-DREAMYNGE), 69 74 77 82 86 GREEN BAYS IN A COLLEGE GARDEN Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake, What ayles thee soe to pyue ? Thy carefulle heart shall cease to ake When dayes be fyne And greene thynges twyne : Saye, cushat, what thy griefe to myne ? Turlur. Naye, gossyp, loyterynge soe late, What ayles thee thus to chyde ? My love is fled by garden-gate ; Since Lammas-tyde I wayte my bryde. Saye, gossyp, whom dost thou abyde ? A I GREEN BAYS Senex. Loe ! I am he, the ' Lonelie Manne,' Of Time forgotten quite, That no remembered face may scanne- Sadde eremyte, I wayte tonyghte Pale Death, nor any other wyghte. O cushat, cushat, callynge lowe, Goe waken Time from sleepe : Goe whysper in his ear, that soe His besom sweepe Me to that heape Where all my recollections keepe. Hath he forgott ? Or did I viewe A ghostlye companye This even, by the dismalle yewe, Of faces three That beckoned mee To land where no repynynges bee ? 2 IN A COLLEGE GARDEN O Harrye, Harrye, Tom and Dicke, Each lost companion ! Why loyter I among the quicke, When ye are gonne ? Shalle I alone Delayinge crye ' Anon, Anon ' ? Naye, let the spyder have my gowne, To brayde therein her veste. My cappe shal serve, now I ' goe downe/ For mouse's neste. Loe ! this is best. I care not, soe I gayne my reste. GREEN BAYS THE SPLENDID SPUR Not on the neck of prince or hound, Nor on a woman's finger twin'd, May gold from the deriding ground Keep sacred that we sacred bind : Only the heel Of splendid steel Shall stand secure on sliding fate, When golden navies weep their freight. The scarlet hat, the laurell'd stave Are measures, not the springs, of worth ; In a wife's lap, as in a grave, Man's airy notions mix with earth. Seek other spur Bravely to stir The dust in this loud world, and tread Alp-high among the whisp'ring dead. 4 THE SPLENDID SPUR Trust in thyself, — then spur amain : So shall Charybdis wear a grace, Grim iEtna laugh, the Libyan plain Take roses to her shrivell'd face. This orb — this round Of sight and sound — Count it the lists that God hath built For haughty hearts to ride a-tilt. GREEN BAYS THE WHITE MOTH If a leaf rustled, she would start : And yet she died, a year ago. How had sojrail a thing the heart To journey where she trembled so ? And do they turn and turn in fright, Those little feet, in so much night ? The light above the poet's head Streamed on the page and on the cloth, And twice and thrice there buffeted On the black pane a white-wing'd moth 'Twas Annie's soul that beat outside And ' Open, open, open ! ' cried : 6 THE WHITE MOTH ' I could not find the way to God ; There were too many flaming suns For signposts, and the fearful road Led over wastes where millions Of tangled comets hissed and burned — I was bewilder d and I turned. ' O, it was easy then ! I knew Your window and no star beside. Look up, and take me back to you ! ' — He rose and thrust the window wide. 'Twas but because his brain was hot With rhyming ; for he heard her not. But poets polishing a phrase Show anger over trivial things ; And as she blundered in the blaze Towards him, on ecstatic wings, He raised a hand and smote her dead ; Then wrote ' That I had died instead ! ' 7 GREEN BAYS IRISH MELODIES TIM THE DRAGOON (From 'Troy Town') Be aisy an' list to a chime That's sung of bowld Tim the Dragoon — Sure, 'twas he'd niver miss To be stalin' a kiss, Or a brace, by the light of the moon — Aroon — Wid a wink at the Man in the Moon ! Rest his sowl where the daisies grow thick ; For he 's gone from the land of the quick : But he 's still makin' love To the leddies above, 8 TIM THE DRAGOON An' be jabbers ! he'll tache 'em the thrick — Avick — Niver doubt but he '11 tache 'em the thrick ! 'Tis by Tim the dear saints '11 set sthore, And 'ull thrate him to whisky galore : For they 've only to sip But the tip of his lip An' bedad ! they'll be askin' for more — Asthore — By the powers, they '11 be shoutin' ( Ancore ! ' GREEN BAYS IRISH MELODIES KENMARE RIVER Tis pretty to be in Ballinderry, 'Tis pretty to be in Ballindoon, But 'tis prettier far in County Kerry Coortin' under the bran' new moon, Aroon, Aroon ! Twas there by the bosom of blue Killarney They came by the hundther' a-coortin' me ; Sure I was the one to give back their blarney, An' merry was I to be fancy-free. But niver a step in the lot was lighter, An' divvle a boulder among the bhoys, Than Phelim O'Shea, me dynamither, Me illigant arthist in clock-wox-k toys. 10 KENMARE RIVER 'Twas all for love he would bring his figgers Of iminent statesmen, in toy machines, An' hould me hand as he pulled the thriggers An' scattered the thraytors to smithereens. An' to see the Queen in her Crystial Pallus Fly up to the roof, an' the windeys broke ! And all with divvle a trace of malus, — But he was the bhoy that enjoyed his joke ! Then O, but his cheek would flush, an' ' Bridget,' He 'd say, ' Will yez love me ?' But I 'd be coy And answer him, ' Arrah now, dear, don't fidget!' Though at heart I loved him, me arthist bhoy ! One night we stood by the Kenmare river, An' ' Bridget, creina, now whist,' said he, ' I '11 be goin' to-night, an' may be for iver ; Open your arms at the last to me.' ii GREEN BAYS 'Twas there by the banks of the Kenmare river He took in his hands me white, white face, An' we kissed our first an' our last for iver — For Phelim O'Shea is disparsed in space. 'Twas pretty to be by blue Killarney, 'Twas pretty to hear the linnets's call, But whist ! for I cannot attind their blarney, Nor whistle in answer at all, at all. For the voice that he swore 'ud out-call the linnet's Is cracked intoirely, and out of chune, Since the clock-work missed it by thirteen minutes An' scattered me Phelim around the moon, Aroon, Aroon ! 12 LADY JANE LADY JANE Sapphics Down the green hill-side fro' the castle window Lady Jane spied Bill Amaranth a-workin' ; Day by day watched him go about his ample Nursery garden. Cabbages thriv'd there, wi' a mort o' green-stuff — Kidney beans, broad beans, onions, tomatoes, Artichokes, seakale, vegetable marrows, Early potatoes. Lady Jane cared not very much for all these : What she cared much for was a glimpse o' Willum Strippin' his brown arms wi' a view to horti- -Cultural effort. 13 GREEN BAYS Little guessed Willum, never extra-vain, that Up the green hill-side, i' the gloomy castle, Feminine eyes could so delight to view his Noble proportions. Only one day while, in an innocent mood, Moppin' his brow ('cos 'twas a trifle sweaty) With a blue kerchief — lo, he spies a white 'un Coyly responding. Oh, delightsome Love ! Not a jot do you care For the restrictions set on human inter — — course by cold-blooded social refiners ; Nor do I, neither. Day by day, peepin' fro' behind the bean-sticks, Willum observed that scrap o' white a-wavin', Till his hot sighs out-growin' all repression Busted his weskit. 14 LADY JANE Lady Jane's guardian was a haughty Peer, who Clung to old creeds and had a nasty temper ; Can we blame Willum that he hardly cared to Risk a refusal ? Year by year found him busy 'mid the bean-sticks, Wholly uncertain how on earth to take steps. Thus for eighteen years he beheld the maiden Wave fro' her window. But the nineteenth spring, i' the Castle post-bag, Came by book-post Bill's catalogue o' seedlings Mark'd wi' blue ink at ' Paragraphs relatin' Mainly to Pumpkins.' •' W. A. can,' so the Lady Jane read, ' Strongly commend that very noble Gourd, the Lady Jane, first-class medal, ornamental ; Grows to a great height.' IS GREEN BAYS Scarce a year arter, by the scented hedgerows — Down the mown hill-side, fro' the castle gateway — Came a long train and, i' the midst, a black bier, Easily shouldered. ' Whose is yon coi*se that, thus adorned wi' gourd- leaves, Forth ye bear with slow step ? ' A mourner answer'd, ' 'Tis the poor clay-cold body Lady Jane grew Tired to abide in.' ' Delve my grave cpiick, then, for I die to-morrow. Delve it one furlong fro' the kidney bean-sticks, Where I may dream she s goin' on precisely As she was used to.' Hardly died Bill when, fro' the Lady Jane's grave, Crept to his white death-bed a lovely pumpkin : Climb'd the house wall and over-arched his head wi' Billowy verdure. 16 LADY JANE Simple this tale ! — but delicately perfumed As the sweet roadside honeysuckle. That 's why, Difficult though its metre was to tackle, I 'm glad I wrote it. *7 GREEN BAYS A TRIOLET To commemorate the virtue of Homoeopathy in restoring one apparently drowned Love, that in a tear was drown d, Lives revived by a tear. Stella heard them mourn around Love that in a tear was drown d, Came and coax'd his dripping s wound, Wept ' The fault was mine, my dear !' Love, that in a tear was drown' d, Lives, revived by a tear. 18 AN OATH AN OATH (From 'Troy Town') A month ago Lysander pray'd To Jove, to Cupid, and to Venus, That he might die if he betray'd A single vow that pass'd between us. Ah, careless gods, to hear so ill And cheat a maid on you relying ! For false Lysander 's thriving still, And 'tis Corinna lies a-dying. J 9 GREEN BAYS UPON GRACIOSA, WALKING AND TALKING (From 'Troy Town') When as abroad, to greet the morn, I mark my Graciosa walk, In homage bends the whisp'ring corn, Yet to confess Its awkwardness Must hang its head upon the stalk. And when she talks, her lips do heal The wounds her lightest glances give : — In pity then be harsh, and deal Such wounds that I May hourly die, And, by a word restored, live. 20 LOVE'S FRONTIER-POST WRITTEN UPON LOVE'S FRONTIER-POST (From 'Troy Town') Toiling love, loose your pack, All your sighs and tears unbind : Care's a ware will break a back, Will not bend a maiden's mind. In this State a man shall need Neither priest nor law giver : Those same lips that are his creed Shall confess their worshipper. All the laws he must obey, Now in force and now repeal'd, Shift in eyes that shift as they, Till alike with kisses seal'd. 21 GREEN BAYS TITANIA By Lord T So bluff Sir Leolin gave the bride away : And when they married her, the little church Had seldom seen a costlier ritual. The coach and pair alone were two-pound-ten, And two-pound-ten apiece the wedding-cakes ;- Three wedding-cakes. A Cupid poised a-top Of each hung shivering to the frosted loves Of two fond cushats on a field of ice, As who should say '/ see you !' — Such the joy When English-hearted Edwin swore his faith With Mariana of the Moated Grange. For Edwin, plump head-waiter at The Cock, Grown sick of custom, spoilt of plenitude, Lacking the finer wit that saith, ' I wait, They come ; and if I make them wait, they go,' 22 TITANIA Fell in a jaundiced humour petulant-green, Watched the dull clerk slow-rounding to his cheese, Flicked a full dozen flies that flecked the pane — All crystal-cheated of the fuller air, Blurted a free c Good-day t' ye,' left and right, And shaped his gathering choler to this head : — ' Custom ! And yet what profit of it all ? The old order changeth yielding place to new, To me small change, and this the Counter-change Of custom beating on the self-same bar — Change out of chop. Ah me ! the talk, the tip, The would-be-evening should-be-mourning suit, The forged solicitude for petty wants More petty still than they, — all these I loathe, Learning they lie who feign that all things come To him that waiteth. I have waited long, And now I go, to mate me with a bride Who is aweary waiting, even as I ! ' 2 3 GREEN BAYS But when the amorous moon of honeycomb Was over, ere the matron-flower of Love — Step sister of To-morrow's marmalade — Swooned scentless, Mariana found her lord Did something jar the nicer feminine sense With usage, being all too fine and large, Instinct of warmth and colour, with a trick Of blunting ' Mariana's ' keener edge To ' Maiy Ann ' — the same but not the same : Whereat she girded, tore her crisped hair, Called him ' Sir Churl/ and ever calling ' Churl ! ' Drave him to Science, then to Alcohol, To forge a thousand theories of the rocks, Then somewhat else for thousands dewy cool, Wherewith he sought a more Pacific isle And there found love, a duskier love than hers. 24 MEASURE FOR MEASURE MEASURE FOR MEASURE By O r K m Wake ! for the closed Pavilion doors have kept Their silence while the white-eyed Kaffir slept, And wailed the Nightingale with 'Jug, jug, jug ! ' Whereat, for empty cup, the White Rose wept. Enter with me where yonder door hangs out Its Red Triangle to a world of drought, Inviting to the Palace of the Djinn, Where Death, Aladdin, waits as Chuckerout. Methought, last night, that one in suit of woe Stood by the Tavern-door and whispered, ' Lo, The Pledge departed, what avails the Cup ? Then take the Pledge and let the Wine-cup go.' 25 GREEN BAYS But I : ' For every thirsty soul that drains This Anodyne of Thought its rim contains — Free-will the can, Necessity the must, Pour off the must, and, see, the can remains. ' Then, pot or glass, why label it " With Care" ? Or why your Sheepskin with my Gourd compare ? Lo ! here the Bar and I the only Judge : — O, Dog that bit me, I exact an hair !' We are the Sum of things, who jot our score With Caesar's clay behind the Tavern door : And Alexander's armies — where are they, But gone to Pot — that Pot you push for more ? And this same Jug I empty, could it speak, Might whisper that itself had been a Beak And dealt me Fourteen Days ' without the Op.'- Your Worship, see, my lip is on your cheek. 26 MEASURE FOR MEASURE Yourself condemned to three score years and ten, Say, did you judge the ways of other men ? Why, now, sir, you are hourly filled with wine, And has the clay more licence now than then ? Life is a draught, good sir ; its brevity Gives you and me our measures, and thereby Has docked your virtue to a tankai'd's span, And left of my criterion — a Cri' ! 27 GREEN BAYS RETROSPECTION After C. S. C. When the hunter-star Orion (Or, it may be, Charles his Wain) Tempts the tiny elves to try on All their little tricks again ; When the earth is calmly breathing Draughts of slumber undenled, And the sire, unused to teething, Seeks for errant pins his child ; When the moon is on the ocean, And our little sons and heirs From a natural emotion Wish the luminary theirs ; 28 RETROSPECTION Then a feeling hard to stifle, Even harder to define, Makes me feel I 'd give a trifle For the days of Auld Lang Syne. James — for we have been as brothers (Are, to speak correctly, twins), Went about in one another's Clothing, bore each other's sins, Rose together, ere the pearly Tint of morn had left the heaven, And retired (absurdly early) Simultaneously at seven — James, the days of yore were pleasant. Sweet to climb for alien pears Till the irritated peasant Came and took us unawares ; 29 GREEN BAYS Sweet to devastate his chickens, As the ambush' d catapult Scattered, and the very dickens Was the natural result ; Sweet to snare the thoughtless rabbit ; Break the next-door neighbour's pane ; Cultivate the smoker's habit On the not-innocuous cane ; Leave the exercise unwritten ; Systematically cut Morning school, to plunge the kitten In his bath, the water-butt. Age, my James, that from the cheek of Beauty steals its rosy hue, Has not left us much to speak of : But 'tis not for this I rue. 3° RETROSPECTION Beauty with its thousand graces, Hair and tints that will not fade, You may get from many places Practically ready-made. No ; it is the evanescence Of those lovelier tints of Hope Bubbles, such as adolescence Joys to win from melted soap — Emphasizing the conclusion That the dreams of Youth remain Castles that are An delusion (Castles, that 's to say, in Spain). Age thinks < fit,' and I say ' fiat.' Here I stand for Fortune's butt, As for Sunday swains to shy at Stands the stoic coco-nut. 3i GREEN BAYS If you wish it put succinctly, Gone are all our little games ; But I thought I 'd say distinctly What I feel about it, James. 3 2 WHY THIS VOLUME IS SO THIN WHY THIS VOLUME IS SO THIN In youth I dreamed, as other youths have dreamt, Of love, and thrummed an amateur guitar To verses of my own, — a stout attempt To hold communion with the Evening Star I wrote a sonnet, rhymed it, made it scan. Ah me ! how trippingly those last lines ran. — Hesperus ! happy star ! to bend O'er Helen s bosom in the tranced west, To watch the hours heave by upon her breast, And at her parted lip for dreams attend — If dawn defraud thee, how shall I be deemed, Who house within that bosom, and am dreamed ? C 33 GREEN BAYS For weeks I thought these lines remarkable ; For weeks I put on airs and called myself A bard : till on a day, as it befell, I took a small green Moxon from the shelf At random, opened at a casual place, And found my young illusions face to face With this : — ' Still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow d upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest ; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.' O gulf not to be crossed by taking thought ! O heights by toil not to be overcome ! Great Keats, unto your altar straight I brought My speech, and from the shrine departed dumb. — And yet sometimes I think you played it hard Upon a rather hopeful minor bard. 34 NUGAE OXONIENSES 35 TWILIGHT TWILIGHT By W LL M C WP R 'Tis evening. See with its resorting throng Rude Carfax teems, and waistcoats, visited With too-familiar elbow, swell the curse Vortiginous. The boating man returns, His rawness growing with experience — Strange union ! and directs the optic glass Not unresponsive to Jemima's charms, Who wheels obdurate, in his mimic chaise Perambulant, the child. The gouty cit, Asthmatical, with elevated cane Pursues the unregarding tram, as one Who, having heard a hurdy-gurdy, girds His loins and hunts the hurdy-gurdy-man, Blaspheming. Now the clangorous bell proclaims 37 GREEN BAYS The Times or Chronicle, and Rauca sci'eams The latest horrid murder in the ear Of nervous dons expectant of the urn And mild domestic muffin. To the Parks Drags the slow Ladies' School, consuming time In passing given points. Here glow the lamps, And tea-spoons clatter to the cosy hum Of scientific circles. Here resounds The football-field with its discordant train, The crowd that cheers but not discriminates, As ever into touch the ball returns And shrieks the whistle, while the game proceeds With fine irregularity well worth The paltry shilling. — Draw the curtains close While I resume the night-cap dear to all Familiar with my illustrated works. 38 WILLALOO WILLALOO By E. A. P. In the sad and sodden street, To and fro, Flit the fever-stricken feet Of the freshers as they meet, Come and go, Ever buying, buying, buying Where the shopmen stand supplying, Vying, vying All they know, While the Autumn lies a-dying Sad and low As the price of summer suitings when the winter breezes blow, 39 GREEN BAYS Of the summer, summer suitings that are standing in a row On the way to Jericho. See the freshers as they row To and fro, Up and down the Lower River for an afternoon or so — (For the deft manipulation Of the never-resting oar, Though it lead to approbation, Will induce excoriation) — They are infinitely sore, Keeping time, time, time In a sort of Runic rhyme Up and down the way to Iffley in an afternoon or so : (Which is slow). Do they blow ? 40 WILLALOO Tis the wind and nothing more, Tis the wind that in Vacation has a tendency to go : But the coach's objurgation and his tendency to ' score ' Will be sated — nevermore. See the freshers in the street, The elite ! Their apparel how unquestionably neat ! How delighted at a distance, Inexpensively attired, I have wondered with persistence At their butterfly existence ! How admired ! And the payment — O, the payment ! It is tardy for the raiment : Yet the haberdasher gloats as he sells, And he tells, 4i GREEN BAYS 'This is best To be dress'd Rather better than the rest, To be noticeably drest, To be swells, To be swells, swells, swells, swells, Swells, swells, swells, To be simply and indisputably swells.' See the freshers one or two, Just a few, Now on view, Who are sensibly and innocently new ; How they cluster, cluster, cluster Round the rugged walls of Worcester ! See them stand, Book in hand, In the garden ground of John's ! How they dote upon their Dons ! 42 WILLALOO See in every man a Blue ! It is true They are lamentably few ; But I spied Yesternight upon the staircase just a pair of boots outside Upon the floor, Just a little pair of boots upon the stairs where I reside, Lying there and nothing more ; And I swore While these dainty twins continued sentry by the chamber door That the hope their presence planted should be with me evermore, Should desert me — nevermore. 43 GREEN BAYS THE SAIR STROKE waly, waly, my bonnie crew Gin ye maun bumpit be ! And waly, waly, my Stroke sae true, Ye leuk unpleasauntlie ! hae ye suppit the sad sherrie That gars the wind gac soon ; Or hae ye pu'd o' the braw bird's-e'e, Ye be sae stricken doun ? 1 hae na suppit the sad sherrie, For a' my heart is sair ; For Keiller 's still i' the bonnie Dundee, And his is halesome fare. 44 THE SAIR STROKE But I hae slain our gude Captain, That c'uld baith shout and sweer, And ither twain put out o' pain — The Scribe and Treasurere. There 's ane lies stark by the meadow-gate, And twa by the black, black brig : And waefu', waefu', was the fate That gar'd them there to lig ! They waked us soon, they warked us lang, Wearily did we greet ; ' Should he abrade ' was a' our sang, Our food but butcher's-meat. We hadna train' d but ower a week, A week, but barely twa, Three sonsie steeds they fared to seek, That mightna gar them fa'. 45 GREEN BAYS They 've ta'en us ower the lang, lang coorse, And wow ! but it was wark ; And ilka coach he sware him hoorse, That ilka man s'uld hark. Then upped and spake our pawkie bow, — O, but he wasna late ! ' Now who shall gar them cry Enow, That gang this fearsome gate ? ' Syne he has ta'en his boatin' cap, And cast the keevils in, And wha but me to gae (God hap !) And stay our Captain's din ? I stayed his din by the meadow-gate, His feres' by Nuneham brig, And waefu', waefu', was the fate That gar'd them there to lig ! 46 THE SAIR STROKE O, waly to the welkin's top ! And waly round the braes ! And waly all about the shop (To use a Southron phrase). Rede ither crews be debonair, But we Ve a weird to dree, I wis we maun be bumpit sair By boaties two and three : Sing stretchers of yew for our Toggere, Sith we maun bumpit be ! 47 GREEN BAYS THE DOOM OF THE ESQUIRE BEDELL Adown the torturing mile of street I mark him come and go, Thread in and out with tireless feet The crossings to and fro ; A soul that treads without retreat A labyrinth of woe. Palsied with awe of such despair, All living things give room, They flit before his sightless glare As horrid shapes, that loom And shriek the curse that bids him bear The symbol of his doom. 48 THE DOOM OF THE ESQUIRE BEDELL The very stones are coals that bake And scorch his fevered skin ; A fire no hissing hail may slake Consumes his heart within. Still must he hasten on to rake The furnace of his sin. Still forward ! forward ! For he feels Fierce claws that pluck his breast, And blindly beckon as he reels Upon his awful quest : For there is that behind his heeis Knows neither ruth nor rest. The fiends in hell have flung the dice ; The destinies depend On feet that run for fearful price, And fangs that gape to rend ; d 49 GREEN BAYS And still the footsteps of his Vice Pursue him to the end : — The feet of his incarnate Vice Shall dog him to the end. 5° BEHOLD ! I AM NOT ONE THAT GOES < BEHOLD ! I AM NOT ONE THAT GOES TO LECTURES' By W. W. Behold ! I am not one that goes to Lectures or the pow-wow of Professors. The elementary laws never apologise : neither do I apologise. I find letters from the Dean dropt on my table — and every one is signed by the Dean's name — And I leave them where they are ; for I know that as long as I stay up Others will punctually come for ever and ever. I am one who goes to the river, I sit in the boat and think of 'life' and of ' time.' 5i GREEN BAYS How life is much, but time is more ; and the begin- ning is everything, But the end is something. I loll in the Parks, I go to the wicket, I swipe. I see twenty-two young men from Foster's watching me, and the trousers of the twenty-two young men, I see the Balliol men en masse watching me. — The Hottentot that loves his mother, the un- tutored Bedowee, the Cave-man that wears only his certificate of baptism, and the shaggy Sioux that hangs his testamur with his scalps. I see the Don who ploughed me in Rudiments watch- ing me : and the wife of the Don who ploughed me in Rudiments watching me. I see the rapport of the wicket-keeper and umpire. I cannot see that I am out. Oh ! you Umpires ! 52 ' BEHOLD ! I AM NOT ONE THAT GOES I am not one who greatly cares for experience, soap, bull-dogs, cautions, majorities, or a gradu- ated Income-Tax, The certainty of space, punctuation, sexes, institutions, copiousness, degrees, committees, delica- tesse, or the fetters of rhyme — For none of these do I care : but least for the fetters of rhyme. Myself only I sing. Me Imperturbe ! Me Prononce ! Me progressive and the depth of me progressive, And the [JdOos, Anglice bathos Of me chanting to the Public the song of Simple Enumeration. 53 GREEN BAYS CALIBAN UPON RUDIMENTS 1 OR AUTOSCHEDIASTIC THEOLOGY IN A HOLE Rudiments, Rudiments, and Rudiments ! Thinketh one made them i' the fit o' the blues. Thinketh one made them with the ' tips ' to match, But not the answers; 'doubteth there be none, Only Guides, Helps, Analyses, such as that : Also this Beast, that groweth sleek thereon, And snow-white bands that round the neck o' the same. 'Thinketh, it came of being ill at ease. 'Hath heard that Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands, and the rest o 't. That's the case. 1 Caliban museth of the now extinct Examination in the Rudi- ments of Faith and Religion. 54 CALIBAN UPON RUDIMENTS Also 'hath heard they pop the names i' the hat, Toss out a brace, a dozen stick inside ; Let forty through and plough the sorry rest. 'Thinketh, such shows nor right nor wrong in them, Only their strength, being made o' sloth i' the main— 'Am strong myself compared to yonder names O' Jewish towns i' the paper. Watch th' event — 'Let twenty pass, 'have a shot at twenty-first, 'Miss Ramoth-Gilead, 'take Jehoiakim, 'Let Abner by and spot Melchizedek, Knowing not, caring not, just choosing so, As it likes me each time, I do : so they. 'Saith they be terrible : watch their feats i' the Viva ! One question plays the deuce with six months' toil. Aha, if they would tell me ! No, not they ! There is the sport : ' come read me right or die ! ' 55 GREEN BAYS All at their mercy, — why they like it most When — when — well, never try the same shot twice ! 'Hath fled himself and only got up a tree. 'Will say a plain word if he gets a plough. 56 SOLVITUR ACRIS HIEMPS SOLVITUR ACRIS HIEMPS My Juggins, see : the pasture green, Obeying Nature's kindly law, Renews its mantle ; there has been A thaw. The frost-bound earth is free at last, That lay 'neath Winter's sullen yoke 'Till people felt it getting past A joke. Now forth again the Freshers fare, And get them tasty summer suits Wherein they flaunt afield and scare The brutes. 57 GREEN BAYS Again the stream suspects the keel ; Again the shrieking captain drops Upon his crew ; again the meal Of chops Divides the too-laborious day ; Again the Student sighs o'er Mods, And prompts his enemies to lay Long odds. Again the shopman spreads his wiles ; Again the organ-pipes, unbound, Distract the populace for miles Around. Then, Juggins, ere December's touch Once more the wealth of Spring reclaim, Since each successive vear is much The same ; 58 SOLVITUR ACRIS HIEMPS Since too the monarch on his throne In purple lapped and frankincense, Who from his infancy has blown Expense, No less than he who barely gets The boon of out-of-door relief, Must see desuetude, — come let 's Be brief. At those resolves last New Year's Day The easy gods indulgent wink. Then downward, ho ! — the shortest way Is drink. 59 GREEN BAYS A LETTER Addressed during the Summer Term of 1888 by Mr. Algernon Dexter, Scholar of College, Oxford, to his cousin, Miss Kitty Themayne, at Vicarage, Devonshire. After W. M. P. Dear Kitty, At length the term 's ending ; I 'm in for my Schools in a week ; And the time that at present I 'm spending On you should be spent upon Greek : But I 'm fairly well read in my Plato, I 'm thoroughly red in the eyes, And I 've almost forgotten the way to Be healthy and wealthy and wise. So 'the best of all ways' — why repeat you The verse at 2.30 a.m., When I 'm stealing an hour to entreat you Dear Kitty, to come to Commem. ? 60 A LETTER Oh, come ! You shall rustle in satin Through halls where Examiners trod : Your laughter shall triumph o'er Latin In lecture-room, garden, and quad. They stand in the silent Sheldonian — Our orators, waiting — for you, Their style guaranteed Ciceronian, Their subject — ' the Ladies in Blue.' The Vice sits arrayed in his scarlet ; He 's pale, but they say he dissem- -bles by calling his Beadle a ' varlet ' Whenever he thinks of Commem. There are dances, flirtations at Nuneham, Flower-shows, the procession of Eights : There 's a list stretching usque ad Lunam Of concerts, and lunches, and fetes : There 's the Newdigate all about ' Gordon,' — So sweet, and they say it will scan. 61 GREEN BAYS You shall flirt with a Proctor, a Warden Shall run for your shawl and your fan. They are sportive as gods broken loose from Olympus, and yet very era- -inent men. There are plenty to choose from, You '11 find, if you come to Commem. I know your excuses : Red Sorrel Has stumbled and broken her knees ; Aunt Phoebe thinks waltzing immoral ; And ' Algy, you are such a tease ; It 's nonsense, of course, but she is strict ' ; And little Dick Hodge has the croup ; And there 's no one to visit your ' district ' Or make Mother Tettleby's soup. Let them cease for a se'nnight to plague you ; Oh, leave them to manage pro tern. With their croups and their soups and their ague } Dear Kitty, and come to Commem. 62 A LETTER Don't tell me Papa has lumbago, That you haven't a frock fit to wear, That the curate ' has notions, and may go To lengths if there 's nobody there/ That the Squire has ' said things ' to the Vicar, And the Vicar ' had words ' with the Squire, That the Organist 's taken to liquor, And leaves you to manage the choir : For Papa must be cured, and the curate Coerced, and your gown is a gem ; And the moral is — Don't be obdurate, Dear Kitty, but come to Commem. ' My gown ? Though, no doubt, sir, you 're clever, You'd better leave fashions alone. Do you think that a frock lasts for ever ? ' Dear Kitty, I '11 grant you have grown ; But I thought of my ' scene ' with McVittie That night when he trod on your train 63 GREEN BAYS At the Bachelor's Ball. ' 'Twas a pity,' You said, but I knew 'twas Champagne. And your gown was enough to compel me To fall down and worship its hem — (Are ' hems ' wearing ? If not, you shall tell me What is, when you come to Commem.) Have you thought, since that night, of the Grotto? Of the words whispered under the palms, While the minutes flew by and forgot to Remind us of Aunt and her qualms ? Of the stains of the old Journalisten ? Of the rose that I begged from your hair ? When you turned, and I saw something glisten — Dear Kitty, don't frown ; it was there ! But that idiot Delane in the middle Bounced in with ' Our dance, I — ahem ! ' And — the rose you may find in my Liddell And Scott when you come to Commem. 64 A LETTER Then, Kitty, let ' yes ' be the answer. We '11 dance at the 'Varsity Ball, And the morning shall find you a dancer In Christ Church or Trinity hall. And perhaps, when the elders are yawning And rafters grow pale overhead With the day, there shall come with its dawning Some thought of that sentence unsaid. Be it this, be it that — ' I forget,' or ' Was joking ' — whatever the fem- -inine fib, you '11 have made me your debtor And come, — you will come ? to Commem. 65 OCCASIONAL VERSES 67 ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS Designed to show that the practice of lying is not confined to children By the late W. W. (of H.M. Inland Revenue Service) And is it so ? Can Folly stalk And aim her unrespecting darts In shades where grave Professors walk And Bachelors of Arts ? I have a boy, not six years old, A sprite of birth and lineage high : His birth I did myself behold, His caste is in his eye. And oh ! his limbs are full of grace, His boyish beauty past compare : His mother's joy to wash his face, And mine to brush his hair ! 69 GREEN BAYS One morn we strolled on our short walk, With four goloshes on our shoes, And held the customary talk That parents love to use. (And oft I turn it into verse, And write it down upon a page, Which, being sold, supplies my purse And ministers to age.) So as we paced the curving High, To view the sights of Oxford town We raised our feet (like Nelly Bly), And then we put them down. ' Now, little Edward, answer me ' — I said, and clutched him by the gown — ' At Cambridge would you rather be, Or here in Oxford town ? ' 70 ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS My boy replied with tiny frown (He'd been a year at Cavendish), ' I 'd rather dwell in Oxford town, If I could have my wish.' ' Now, little Edward, say why so ; My little Edward, tell me why.' ' Well, really, Pa, I hardly know.' ' Remarkable ! ' said I : ' For Cambridge has her " King's Parade," And much the more becoming gown ; Why should you slight her so,' I said, ' Compared with Oxford town ? ' At this my boy hung down his head, While sterner grew the parent's eye ; And six-and-thirty times I said, ' Come, Edward, tell me why ? ' 7i GREEN BAYS For I loved Cambridge (where they deal- How strange ! — in butter by the yard) ; And so, with every third appeal, I hit him rather hard. Twelve times I struck, as may be seen (For three times twelve is thirty-six), When in a shop the Magazine His tearful sight did fix. He saw it plain, it made him smile, And thus to me he made reply : — 'At Oxford there's a Crocodile ; x And that 's the reason why.' 1 Certain obscure paragraphs relating to a crocodile, kept at the Museum, had been perplexing the readers of the Oxford Magazine for some time past, and had been distorted into an allegory of portentous meaning. 72 ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS Oh, Mr. Editor ! my heart For deeper lore would seldom yearn, Could I believe the hundredth part Of what from you I learn. 73 GREEN BAYS UNITY PUT QUARTERLY 1 Bv A. C. S. The Centuries kiss and commingle, Cling, clasp, and are knit in a chain ; No cycle but scorns to be single, No two but demur to be twain, 'Till the land of the lute and the love-tale Be bride of the boreal breast, And the dawn with the darkness shall dovetail, The East with the West. The desire of the grey for the dun nights Is that of the dun for the grey ; The tales of the Thousand and One Nights Touch lips with 'The Times' of to-day. — 1 Suggested by an Article in the Quarterly Review, enforcing the unity of literature ancient and modern, and the necessity of providing a new School of Literature in Oxford. 74 UNITY PUT QUARTERLY Come, chasten the cheap with the classic ; Choose, Churton, thy chair and thy class, Mix, melt in the must that is Massic The beer that is Bass ! Omnipotent age of the Aorist ! Infinitely freely exact ! — As the fragrance of fiction is fairest If frayed in the furnace of fact — Though nine be the Muses in number There is hope if the handbook be one, — Dispelling the planets that cumber The path of the sun. Though crimson thy hands and thy hood be With the blood of a brother betrayed, O Would-be-Professor of Would-be, We call thee to bless and to aid. 75 GREEN BAYS Transmuted would travel with Er, see The Land of the Rolling of Logs, Charmed, chained to thy side, as to Circe The Ithacan hogs. O bourne of the black and the godly ! O land where the good niggers go. With the books that are borrowed of Bodley, Old moons and our castaway clo' ! There, there, till the roses be ripened Rebuke us, revile, and review, Then take thee thine annual stipend So long over-due. 76 FIRE ! FIRE! By Sir W. S. Written on the occasion of the visit of the United Fire Brigades to Oxford, 1887 St. Giles's street is fair and wide, St. Giles's street is long ; But long or wide, may naught abide Therein of guile or wrong ; For through St. Giles' s, to and fro, The mild ecclesiastics go From prime to evensong. It were a fearsome task, perdie ! To sin in such good company. 77 GREEN BAYS ii Long had the slanting beam of day Proclaimed the Thirtieth of May Ere now, erect, its fiery heat Illumined all that hallowed street. And breathing benediction on Thy serried battlements, St. John, Suffused at once with equal glow The cluster'd Archipelago, The Art Professor's studio And Mr. Greenwood's shop, Thy building, Pusey, where below The stout Salvation soldiers blow The cornet till they drop ; Thine, Balliol, where we move, and oh ! Thine, Randolph, where we stop. 78 FIRE m But what is this that frights the air, And wakes the curate from his lair In Pusey's cool retreat, To leave the feast, to climb the stair, And scan the startled street ? As when perambulate the young And call with unrelenting tongue On home, mamma, and sire ; Or voters shout with strength of lung For Hall & Co's Entire ; Or Sabbath-breakers scream and shout- The band of Booth, with drum devout, Eliza on her Sunday out, Or Farmer with his choir : — 79 tiltEKN BAYS IV E'en so, with shriek of fife and drum And horrid clang of brass, The Fire Brigades of England come And down St. Giles's pass. Oh grand, methinks, in such array To spend a Whitsun Holiday All soaking to the skin ! (Yet shoes and hose alike are stout ; The shoes to keep the water out, The hose to keep it in.) They came from Henley on the Thames, From Berwick on the Tweed, And at the mercy of the flames They left their children and their dames, 80 FIRE! To come and play their little games On Morrell's dewy mead. Yet feared they not with fire to play- The pyrotechnics (so they say) Were very fine indeed. VI (P.S. by Lord Macaulay) Then let us bless Our Gracious Queen and eke the Fire Brigade, And bless no less the horrid mess they 've been and gone and made ; Remove the dirt they chose to squirt upon our best attire, Bless all, but most the lucky chance that no one shouted ' Fire ! ' F 81 GREEN BAYS DE TEA FABULA PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES 1 Do I sleep ? Do I dream ? Am I hoaxed by a scout ? Are things what they seem, Or is Sophists about ? Is our to Tt rjv tTvai a failure, or is Robert Browning played out ? Which expressions like these May be fairly applied By a party who sees A Society skied Upon tea that the Warden of Keble had biled with legitimate pride. 1 The Oxford Browning Society expired at Keble the week before this was written. 82 DE TEA FABULA 'Twas November the third, And I says to Bill Nye, 'Which it's true what I 've heard : If you 're, so to speak, fly, There's a chance of some tea and cheap culture, the sort recommended as High.' Which I mentioned its name, And he ups and remarks : ' If dress-coats is the game And pow-wow in the Parks, Then I 'm nuts on Sordello and Hohenstiel-Schwangau and similar Snarks.' Now the pride of Bill Nye Cannot well be express'd ; For he wore a white tie And a cut-away vest : Says I, 'Solomon's lilies ain't in it, and they was reputed well dress'd.' 83 GREEN BAYS But not far did we wend, When we saw Pippa pass On the arm of a friend — Doctor Furnivall 'twas. And he wore in his hat two half-tickets for London, return, second-class. ' Well,' I thought, ' this is odd.' But we came pretty quick To a sort of a quad That was all of red brick, And I says to the porter, — ' R. Browning : free passes ; and kindly look slick.' But says he, dripping tears In his check handkerchief, ' That symposium's career's Been regrettably brief, For it went all its pile upon crumpets and busted on gunpowder-leaf ! ' 84 DE TEA FABULA Then we tucked up the sleeves Of our shirts (that were biled), Which the reader perceives That our feelings were riled. And we went for that man till his mother had doubted the traits of her child. Which emotions like these Must be freely indulged By a party who sees A Society bulged On a reef the existence of which its prospectus had never divulged. But I ask, — Do I dream ? Has it gone up the spout ? Are things what they seem, Or is Sophists about ? Is our to ti rjv eu/ai a failure, or is Robert Browning played out ? 85 GREEN BAYS L'ENVOI AS I LAYE A-DREAMYNGE After T. I. As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, O softlye moaned the dove to her mate within the tree, And meseemed unto my syghte Came rydynge many a knyghte AH cased in armoure bryghte Cap-a-pie, As I laye a-dreamynge, a goodlye companye ! As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, O sadlye mourned the dove, callynge long and call- ynge lowe, 86 L'ENVOI And meseemed of alle that hoste Notte a face but was the ghoste Of a friend that I hadde loste Long agoe. As I laye a-dreamynge, oh, bysson teare to flowe ! As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, O sadlye sobbed the dove as she seemed to despayre, And laste upon the tracke Came one I hay led as ( Jacke ! ' But he turned mee his backe With a stare : As I laye a-dreamynge, he lefte mee callynge there. Stille I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dream- ynge, And gentler sobbed the dove as it eased her of her payne, 87 GREEN BAYS And meseemed a voyce y l cry'd — ' They shall ryde, and they shall ryde 'Tyll the truce of tyme and tyde Come agayne ! Alle for Eldorado, yette never maye attayne ! ' Stille I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dream- ynge, And scarcelye moaned the dove, as her agonye was spente : ' Shalle to-morrowe see them nygher To a golden walle or spyre? You have better in y r fyre, Bee contente.' As I laye a-dreamynge, it seem'd smalle punyshment. But I laye a-wakynge, and loe ! the dawne was breakynge And rarely pyped a larke for the promyse of the daye : 88 L'ENVOI ' Uppe and sette y r lance in reste ! Uppe and followe on the queste ! Leave the issue to be guessed At the endynge of the waye ' — As I laye a-wakynge, 'twas soe she seemed to say — ' Whatte and if it alle be feynynge ? There be better thynges than gaynynge, Rycher pryzes than attaynynge.' — And 'twas truthe she seemed to saye. Whyles the dawne was breakynge, I rode upon my waye. THE END 89 Edinburgh: T. and A. Constable Printers to Her Majesty A LIST OF NEW BOOKS AND ANNOUNCEMENTS OF METHUEN AND COMPANY PUBLISHERS : LONDON 1 8 BURY STREET W.C. 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