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Charles Stuart Calverley (1831 – 1884)

English poet.
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Charles Stuart Calverley
íT was ever thus from childhoodís hour!
My fondest hopes would not decay:
I never loved a tree or flower
Which was the first to fade away.
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I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.
Forever; ít is a single word!
Our rude forefathers deemed it two:
Can you imagine so absurd
A view?

O my own, my beautiful, my blue-eyed!
To be young once more and bite my thumb
At the world and all its cares with you, Iíd
Give no inconsiderable sum.
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Now the "rosy morn appearing"
Floods with light the dazzled heaven;
And the schoolboy groans on hearing
That eternal clock strike seven:-
Now the waggoner is driving
Towards the fields his clattering wain;
Now the bluebottle, reviving,
Buzzes down his native pane.
The farmerís daughter hath soft brown hair
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And I met with a ballad, I canít say where,
That wholly consisted of lines like these.
Charles Stuart Calverley
I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low;
íT is that I canít remember how
They go.
White is the wold, and ghostly
The dank and leafless trees;
And 'M's and 'N's are mostly
Pronounced like 'B's and 'D's:
'Neath bleak sheds, ice-encrusted,
The sheep stands, mute and stolid:
And ducks find out, disgusted,
That all the ponds are solid.
O Beer! O Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass!
Names that should be on every infant's tongue!
Shall days and months and years and centuries pass,
And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?
Oh! I have gazed into my foaming glass,
And wished that lyre could yet again be strung
Which once rang prophet-like through Greece, and taught her
Misguided sons that "the best drink was water."
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