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Charles Stuart Calverley


'Tis the hour when white-horsed Day
Chases Night her mares away;
When the Gates of Dawn (they say)
Phobus opes:
And I gather that the Queen
May be uniformly seen,
Should the weather be serene,
On the slopes.

When the ploughman, as he goes
Leathern-gaitered o'er the snows,
From his hat and from his nose
Knocks the ice;
And the panes are frosted o'er,
And the lawn is crisp and hoar,
As has been observed before
Once or twice.

When arrayed in breastplate red
Sings the robin, for his bread,
On the elmtree that hath shed
Every leaf;
While, within, the frost benumbs
The still sleepy schoolboy's thumbs,
And in consequence his sums
Come to grief.

But when breakfast-time hath come,
And he's crunching crust and crumb,
He'll no longer look a glum
Little dunce;
But be brisk as bees that settle
On a summer rose's petal:
Wherefore, Polly, put the kettle
On at once.

This poem is in the public domain.



Charles Stuart Calverley (1831 - 1884) was an English poet who attended (and was expelled from!) Oxford, graduated from Cambridge, became a lawyer, and was widely known—and appreciated for—his intelligence and sense of humor. A severe skating accident brought his career as a lawyer to an end and Charles spent the rest of his life translating poetry and writing light verse.







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How delightful! I do admire anyone who can rhyme with rhythm!
Posted 03/14/2020 07:13 PM
Gret review of "olden English" among other things.
Posted 03/14/2020 10:11 AM
Great rhyme scheme.
Posted 03/14/2020 06:45 AM

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