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Beyond all things a baby
Is to the schoolgirl dear;
Her dashing grenadier ;
Parts from the British flag ; While one hope lingers, the cracksman's fingers
Drop not his hard-earned swag.'
But, as hares do my second
Thro green Calabria’s copses, As females vanish at the sight
Of short-horns and of wopses;
So, dropping forks and teaspoons,
The pride of Houndsditch fled, Dumbfoundered by the hue and cry
He'd raised up overhead.
They gave him—did the judges
As much as was his due. And, Saxon, should’st thou e'er be led
To deem this tale untrue; Then—any night in winter,
When the cold north wind blows, And bairns are told to keep out cold
By tallowing the nose :
Are gathered in a bunch,
And the boys are reading Punch :Go thou and look in Leech's book;
There haply shalt thou spy A stout man on a staircase stand, With aspect anything but bland, And rub his right shin with his hand,
To witness if I lie.
ART thou beautiful, O my daughter, as the
budding rose of April ? Are all thy motions music, and is poetry throned in
thine eye? Then hearken unto me; and I will make the bud
a fair flower,
I will plant it upon the bank of Elegance, and
water it with the water of Cologne; And in the season it shall “come out,” yea bloom,
the pride of the parterre; Ladies shall marvel at its beauty, and a Lord shall Of Propriety.
pluck it at the last.
Study first Propriety : for she is indeed the Pole
Which shall guide the artless maiden through the
mazes of Vanity Fair; Nay, she is the golden chain which holdeth to
gether Society; The lamp by whose light young Psyche shall ap
proach unblamed her Eros. Verily Truth is as Eve, which was ashamed being
naked; Wherefore doth Propriety dress her with the fair
foliage of artifice : And when she is drest, behold! she knoweth not
herself again.I walked in the Forest; and above me stood the
Stood like a slumbering giant, shrouded in im
penetrable shade; Then I pass’d into the citizen's garden, and marked
a tree clipt into shape, (The giant's locks had been shorn by the Dalilah
shears of Decorum ;) And I said, “Surely nature is goodly; but how
much goodlier is Art!" I heard the wild notes of the lark floating far over
the blue sky, And my foolish heart went after him, and, lo!
I blessed him as he rose; Foolish! for far better is the trained boudoir
Which pipeth the semblance of a tune, and me
chanically draweth up water : And the reinless steed of the desert, though his
neck be clothed with thunder,