"FAREWELL, RENOWN !" (RONDEAU.) FAREWELL, Renown! Too fleeting flower, That grows a year to last an hour;Prize of the race's dust and heat, Too often trodden under feet, Why should I court your "barren dower"? Nay;-had I Dryden's angry power,— Farewell!-Because the Muses' bower Is filled with rival brows that lower ;- The Bard, that "pays," must please the street ;But most because the grapes are sour,― ... Farewell, Renown! "M "MORE POETS YET !” (RONDEAU.) ORE Poets yet!"-I hear him say, Arming his heavy hand to slay ;"Despite my skill and 'swashing blow,' They seem to sprout where'er I go ;I killed a host but yesterday!" Slash on, O Hercules! You may. And though you cut, not less will grow Too arrogant! For who shall stay The first blind motions of the May? "WITH PIPE AND FLUTE.” (RONDEAU.) ITH pipe and flute the rustic Pan WITH Of old made music sweet for man; And wonder hushed the warbling bird, And closer drew the calm-eyed herd,The rolling river slowlier ran. Ah! would,-ah! would, a little span, This age of ours, too seldom stirred But now for gold we plot and plan; Or find the night-jar's note preferred ;-Not so it fared, when time began, With pipe and flute ! A RONDEAU TO ETHEL, (Who wishes she had lived "In teacup-times of hood and hoop, "IN teacup-times !" The style of dress Would suit your beauty, I confess ; BELINDA-like, the patch you'd wear ; I picture you with powdered hair,— You'd make a charming Shepherdess ! And I-no doubt-could well express The parts would fit precisely-yes : You should disdain, and I despair, "In teacup-times?" 1878. "O FONS BANDUSIÆ." (RONDEAU.) BABBLING Spring, than glass more clear, To-morrow shall a kid be thine With swelled and sprouting brows for sign,— Sure sign!-of loves and battles near. Child of the race that butt and rear! Not less, alas! his life-blood dear Thee Sirius knows not. Thou dost cheer |