There was a scheme in the gazette For a lottery without blanks; And a Parliament had lately met, Without a single Bankes. And there were Kings who never went To cuffs for half a crown; And Lawyers who were eloquent And Statesmen who forebore to praise And Boroughs were bought without a test, And no man feared the Pope; And the Irish cabins were all possessed Of Liberty and soap; And the Chancellor, feeling very sick, Had just resigned the seals; And a clever little Catholic Was hearing Scotch appeals. There was no fraud in the penal code, No shame in Wellesley Pole. They showed me a figurante, whose name Had never known disgrace; And a gentleman of spotless fame, With Mr. Bochsa's face. It was an idle dream-but thou, With thy dark clear eyes and beaming brow, White neck and floating hair; And oh! I had an honest heart, And a house of Portland Stone; And thou wert dear, as still thou art: Oh bitterness! the morning broke, And thou wert married when I woke, And if I thought the dead could dream, I'd hang myself to-day. PALINODIA. Not mine this lesson-but experience's which taught it me. THERE was a time when I could feel All passion's hopes and fears, And though I'm hardly twenty-four, I'm not a lover now! Lady, the mist is on my sight, The chill is on my、brow; My day is night, my bloom is blight, I never talk about the clouds, I never wander forth alone Upon the mountain's brow; I weighed last winter sixteen stone- I never wish to raise a veil, I never tell a tender tale, I cannot kneel as once I did, I've quite forgot my bow, I never do as I am bid I'm not a lover now. I make strange blunders every day, Take smiles for wrinkles, black for gray, I fly from folly, though it flows I don't object to length of nose→→ The Muse's steed is very fleet- I'd rather hunt a hare; I've learned to utter yours and Instead of thine and thou; And, oh! I can't endure a blue! I'm not a lover now! you, I don't encourage idle dreams Just foaming from the cow; I'm not a lover now! When Laura sings young hearts away, I'm deafer than the deep; When Leonora goes to play, I sometimes go to sleep; When Mary draws her white gloves out, I never dance, I vow Too hot to kick one's heels about!— I'm not a lover now! I'm busy now with State affairs, I ask the price of railroad shares, And this is life-no verdure blooms I save a fortune in perfumes— I'm not a lover now! A boudoir's babbling fool; The flattered star of bench and bar, A party's chief or tool. |