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28 BALLADE OF CAMBRIDGE PAPERS Of Pedantry on which is spread No butter of Good Style undue; Before one’s eyes the types unread Dance until everything is blue. ENVOI Prince, of three bads who wants the best ? Off, Granta, Cantab, and Review! Stick to the “ Mag” and let the rest Dance until everything is blue!
BAL MASQUE | YES, rose domino, eyes so grey, ‘ Did you believe that I could not guess Whose pretty face beneath it lay ? Yes! Who but yourself could adorn that dress, Though it be dainty—(are you a fay, Or a pink-and-white Dresden Shepherdess ? ) Dominoes must not say love nay. Surely my skill can deserve no less Than—so you smile—I am sure I may— Yes? 87
66 HOW TO DO A RECHAUFFE There! dry your eyes, my lass, put on A pretty costume to surprise him, Don’t wait till he is really gone! (Like Ahab did, on Mount Gerizim). Don’t read “ Félise” or any thing That naughty Mr Swinburne scribbles ; The human heart with love enring ; Don’t dig right into it with dibbles! Good luck, my lass, you now your way can see! —I feared she might have taken me to Replenish the unusual vacancy ; And I have other things to see to.
THE CHEMIST’S LOVE-SONG My love’s deep purple wondrous eyes Would melt a saint, howe’er obdurate ; Their gorgeous colour even vies With cuprammonium cyanurate. As beauteous as the acetate Of tri-methyl-ros-aniline, Or ferric chloride made to mate With di-hydroxy-toluene. Her hair the gorgeous golden hue That is so marked in isatin, Or the sulphonic acid, too, Of naphthol-diazo-benzene. Her cheeks approach the lovely shade Of tetra-brom-fluorescein, Or that of alkalies displayed On exquisite phenol-phthalein. And my desire for her is more Than t…
SONNETS IN PRAISE OF A PUBLISHER IT. Egg of the Slime! Thy loose abortive lips Mouth hateful things: thy shifty bloodshot eyes Lurk craftily to snare some carrion prize, The dainty morsel whence the poison drips Unmarked : the maskéd infamy that slips Into an innocent maw: corrupter wise! Sly worm of hell! that close and cunning lies With sucking tentacles for finger-tips. Earth spits on thee, contagious Caliban! Hell spits on thee ; her sin is spiritual. Only the awful slime and excrement That sin sheds off will own thee for a man. Only the wo…
ODE TO GERALD FESTUS KELLY CURLED eyelids that hide like a beetle Black eyes that grow green for an hour ; The weary wide limbs and the leetle White hands, like a boot in a bower ; When thou art gone down, as a jelly, What shall rest of us then, as we part, O mystic and dolorous Kelly, Apostle of Art! Seven sorrows are sung by the Herald :? But thy daubs, which are seventy times seven, Will kill me my militant Gerald, And then they will haunt me in heaven ; Fierce eyebrow or famishing bosom, Rossetti or Aubrey or Jones, Some buxom, some frail a…
…, She comes! I hear the rustling of her gown, I scent the odour of her breath’s delicious fragrance, I mark her step divine, her curious eyes a-turning, rolling, Upon this very scene. The dame of dames! can I believe then, Those ancient temples, sculptures classic, could none of them retain her? Nor shades of Virgil and Dante, nor myriad memories, poems, old associa- tions, magnetize and hold on to her? Yes, if you will allow me to say so, I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her, The same undying soul of earth’s, activity’s, beauty’s,…
…“ Crévé, nom de D !” but in supreme self-mastery, the iron con- trol of a lunatic whose sanity is at stake, enters stern and silent, his eyes glittering with fiendish joy — Baviére, thy poster is superb!—and develops with calm and scientific precision his system to the raving crowd of madmen and madwomen. Peer Gynt! ay! but Peer Gynt with a tang! Peer Gynt vital, real, terrible. What is the system? That is fine; but remember, my friends, that our own system comes first! Charity begins at home and ends in the workhouse: so the new method must ab…