The Complete Works of C S Calverley

cent river Winds 'neath willow-shaded paths, " Children and adults " may shiver All day in " Chalybeate baths " : And on every side the painter Looks on wooded vale and plain And on fair hills, faint and fainter Outlined as they near the main. There I met with him, my chosen Friend?the "long" but not "stern swell,"1 Faultless in his hats and hosen, Whom the Johnian lawns know well:? Oh my comrade, ever valued ! Still I see your festive face; 1 "The kites know well the long stern swell That bids the Romans close."?Macaulay. Hear you humming of " the gal you'd Left behind " in massive bass : See you sit with that composure On the eeliest of hacks, That the novice would suppose your Manly limbs encased in wax : Or anon, when evening lent her Tranquil light to hill and vale, Urge, towards the table's centre, With unerring hand, the squail. Ah delectablest of summers! How my heart?that " muffled drum Which ignores the aid of drummers? Beats, as back thy memories come! O among the dancers peerless, Fleet of foot, and soft of eye! Need I say to you that cheerless Must my days be till I die ? At my side she mashed the fragrant Strawberry; lashes soft as silk Drooped o'er saddened eyes, when vagrant Gnats sought watery graves in milk : Then we danced, we walked together; Talked?no doubt on trivial topics; Such as Blondin, or the weather, Which " recalled us to the tropics...