« ZurückWeiter »
OF ENGLISH POETS.
[Done by the Author in his Youth.]
stoppen, and lough, and callen out,-
Lo, here is Coz, and here is Miss.' But, as he glozeth with speeches soote, The ducke sore tickleth his erse roote : Fore-picce and buttons all-to-brest Forth thrust a white neck and red crest. · Te-hee;' cry'd ladies ; clerke nought spake : Miss star’d, and grey ducke crieth “ quaake.”
O moder, moder !' quoth the daughter, • Be thilke same thing maids longen a'ter ? • Bette is to pine on coals and chalke, * Then trust on mon, whose yerde can talke.'
ev'ry town where Thamis rolls his tyde, A narrow pass there is, with houses low, Where ever and anon the stream is ey'd, And many a boat soft sliding to and fro: There oft are heard the notes of infant woe, The short thick sob, loud scream, and shriller
squall : How can ye, mothers, vex your children so ? Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall, And, as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.
II. And on the broken pavement, here and there, Doth many a stinking sprat, and herring, lie ; A brandy and tobacco shop is near, And hens, and dogs, and hogs, are feeding by ; And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry. At ev'ry door are sunburnt matrons seen, Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry;
Now singing shrill, and scolding oft between : Scolds answer foul-mouth'd scolds—bad neighboro hood I ween.
III. The snappish cur (the passenger's annoy) Close at my heel, with yelping treble flies; The whimp'ring girl, and hoarser screaming boy, Join to the yelping treble shrilling cries ; The scolding quean to louder notes doth rise, And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound; To her full pipes the grurting hog replies ; The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round; And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base are drown'd.
IV. Hard by a sty, beneath a roof of thatch, Dwelt Obloquy, who, in her early days, Baskets of fish, at Billingsgate, did watch, Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice : There learn’d she speech from tongues that never
Slander beside her like a magpie chatters,
V. Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry collier's hand; Her mouth was black as bull dogs at the stall;
She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace, ne band,
greet the man who turn'd him to the wall; And by his hand obscene the porter took, Nor ever did askance like modest virgin look.
VI. Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch; Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown, And Twick'nam such, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, statues, urns, and Jo-n's dog and bitch. Ne village is without, on either side, All
up the silver Thames, or all adown ; Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd Vales, spires, meand'ring streams, and Windsor's
On a Lady singing to her lute. Fair charmer! cease, nor make your voice's prize A heart resign'd the conquest of your eyes : Well might, alas ! that threaten'd vessel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once assail. We were too bless'd with these enchanting lays, Which must be heav'nly when an angel plays ;
But killing charms your lover's death contrive,
On a fan of the Author's design, in which was
painted the story of Cephalus and Procris, with the motto “ Aura Veni."
Come, gentle Air ! th’ Æolian shepherd said,
gives : She views the
eyes, And pities Procris, while her lover dies,