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A Selection from the Works of Frederick Locker - Frederick Locker-Lampson
Frederick Locker-Lampson
A Selection from the Works of Frederick Locker
Published by Good Press, 2019
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Table of Contents
THE JESTERS MORAL
BRAMBLE-RISE.
THE WIDOW'S MITE.
ON AN OLD MUFF
A HUMAN SKULL.
TO MY GRANDMOTHER.
O TEMPORA MUTANTUR!
REPLY TO A LETTER ENCLOSING A LOCK OF HAIR.
THE OLD OAK-TREE AT HATFIELD BROADOAK.
AN INVITATION TO ROME, AND THE REPLY.
THE INVITATION.
THE REPLY.
OLD LETTERS.
MY NEIGHBOUR ROSE.
PICCADILLY.
THE PILGRIMS OF PALL MALL.
GERALDINE.
O DOMINE DEUS
THE HOUSEMAID.
THE OLD GOVERNMENT CLERK.
A WISH.
THE JESTER'S PLEA.
THE OLD CRADLE.
TO MY MISTRESS.
TO MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS
THE ROSE AND THE RING.
TO MY OLD FRIEND POSTUMUS.
RUSSET PITCHER.
THE FAIRY ROSE.
1863.
GERALDINE GREEN.
I. THE SERENADE.
II. MY LIFE IS A ——
MRS. SMITH.
THE SKELETON IN THE CUPBOARD.
THE VICTORIA CROSS.
ST. GEORGE'S, HANOVER SQUARE.
SORRENTO.
JANET.
BÉRANGER.
THE BEAR PIT.
THE CASTLE IN THE AIR.
GLYCERE.
VÆ VICTIS.
IMPLORA PACE.
VANITY FAIR.
THE LEGENDE OF SIR GYLES GYLES.
MY FIRST-BORN.
SUSANNAH.
I. THE ELDER TREES.
II. A KIND PROVIDENCE.
CIRCUMSTANCE.
ARCADIA.
THE CROSSING-SWEEPER.
A SONG THAT WAS NEVER SUNG.
MR. PLACID'S FLIRTATION.
TO PARENTS AND GUARDIANS.
BEGGARS.
The Angora Cat
ON A PORTRAIT OF DR. LAURENCE STERNE,
A SKETCH IN SEVEN DIALS.
LITTLE PITCHER.
UNFORTUNATE MISS BAILEY.
ADVICE TO A POET.
NOTES.
Note to A Human Skull.
Note to An Invitation To Rome.
Note to To My Mistress.
Note to The Rose and the Ring.
Note to Béranger.
Note to Glycère.
THE JESTERS MORAL
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I wish that I could run away
From House, and Court, and Levee:
Where bearded men appear to-day,
Just Eton boys grown heavy.—
W. M. Praed.
Is human life a pleasant game
That gives a palm to all?
A fight for fortune, or for fame?
A struggle, and a fall?
Who views the Past, and all he prized,
With tranquil exultation?
And who can say, I've realised
My fondest aspiration?
Alas, not one! for rest assured
That all are prone to quarrel
With Fate, when worms destroy their gourd,
Or mildew spoils their laurel:
The prize may come to cheer our lot,
But all too late—and granted
'Tis even better—still 'tis not
Exactly what we wanted.
My school-boy time! I wish to praise
That bud of brief existence,
The vision of my youthful days
Now trembles in the distance.
An envious vapour lingers here,
And there I find a chasm;
But much remains, distinct and clear,
To sink enthusiasm.
Such thoughts just now disturb my soul
With reason good—for lately
I took the train to Marley-knoll,
And crossed the fields to Mately.
I found old Wheeler at his gate,
Who used rare sport to show me:
My Mentor once on snares and bait—
But Wheeler did not know me.
Goodlord!
at last exclaimed the churl,
"Are you the little chap, sir,
What used to train his hair in curl,
And wore a scarlet cap, sir?"
And then he fell to fill in blanks,
And conjure up old faces;
And talk of well-remembered pranks,
In half forgotten places.
It pleased the man to tell his brief
And somewhat mournful story,
Old Bliss's school had come to grief—
And Bliss had gone to glory.
His trees were felled, his house was razed—
And what less keenly pained me,
A venerable donkey grazed
Exactly where he caned me.
And where have all my playmates sped,
Whose ranks were once so serried?
Why some are wed, and some are dead,
And some are only buried;
Frank Petre, erst so full of fun,
Is now St. Blaise's prior—
And Travers, the attorney's son,
Is member for the shire.
Dame Fortune, that inconstant jade,
Can smile when least expected,
And those who languish in the shade,
Need never be dejected.
Poor Pat, who once did nothing right,
Has proved a famous writer;
While Mat shirked prayers
(with all his might!)
And wears, withal, his mitre.
Dull maskers we! Life's festival
Enchants the blithe new-comer;
But seasons change, and where are all
These friendships of our summer?
Wan pilgrims flit athwart our track—
Cold looks attend the meeting—
We only greet them, glancing back,
Or pass without a greeting!
I owe old Bliss some rubs, but pride
Constrains me to postpone 'em,
He taught me something, 'ere he died,
About nil nisi bonum.
I've met with wiser, better men,
But I forgive him wholly;
Perhaps his jokes were sad—but then
He used to storm so drolly.
I still can laugh, is still my boast,
But mirth has sounded gayer;
And which provokes my laughter most—
The preacher, or the player?
Alack, I cannot laugh at what
Once made us laugh so freely,
For Nestroy and Grassot are not—
And where is Mr. Keeley?
O, shall I run away from hence,
And dress and shave like Crusoe?
Or join St. Blaise? No, Common Sense,
Forbid that I should do so.
I'd sooner dress your Little Miss
As Paulet shaves his poodles!
As soon propose for Betsy Bliss—
Or get proposed for Boodle's.
We prate of Life's illusive dyes,
Yet still fond Hope enchants us;
We all believe we near the prize,
Till some fresh dupe supplants us!
A bright reward, forsooth! And though
No mortal has attained it,
I still can hope, for well I know
That Love has so ordained it.
Paris
, November, 1864.
BRAMBLE-RISE.
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What
changes greet my wistful eyes
In quiet little Bramble-Rise,
Once smallest of its shire?
How altered is each pleasant nook!
The dumpy church used not to look
So dumpy in the spire.
This village is no longer mine;
And though the Inn has changed its sign,
The beer may not be stronger:
The river, dwindled by degrees,
Is now a brook—the cottages
Are cottages no longer.
The thatch is slate, the plaster bricks,
The trees have cut their ancient sticks,
Or else