THE PRODIGALS PRINCES!—and you, most valorous, Nobles and Barons of all degrees! Hearken awhile to the prayer of us,— Lo, for the surcote's hem we seize,— "Dames most delicate, amorous! Damosels blithe as the belted bees! Beggars that come from the over-seas! Weary are we, and worn, and gray; Lo, for we clutch and we clasp your knees,— Give us-ah! give us-but Yesterday!" "Damosels-Dames, be piteous!" (But the dames rode fast by the roadway trees.) "Hear us, O Knights magnanimous ! " (But the knights pricked on in their panoplies.) Nothing they gat or of hope or ease, But only to beat on the breast and say :"Life we drank to the dregs and lees; Give us ah! give us-but Yesterday!" ENVOY. YOUTH, take heed to the prayer of these! Many there be by the dusty way,— Many that cry to the rocks and seas "Give us-ah! give us but Yesterday!" ON A FAN THAT BELONGED TO THE MARQUISE DE POMPADOUR CHICKEN-SKIN, delicate, white, Painted by Carlo Vanloo, Loves in a riot of light, Roses and vaporous blue; Hark to the dainty frou-frou! Eyes that could melt as the dew,— This was the Pompadour's fan! See how they rise at the sight, Thronging the Eil de Bœuf through, Beauties that Fragonard drew, Ah, but things more than polite Those in whose brains they began; Here was the sign and the cue,—— This was the Pompadour's fan! ENVOY. WHERE are the secrets it knew? Weavings of plot and of plan? -But where is the Pompadour, too? This was the Pompadour's Fan! A BALLAD TO QUEEN ELIZABETH of the Spanish Armada K ING PHILIP had vaunted his claims; He had sworn for a year he would sack us; With an army of heathenish names He was coming to fagot and stack us; Like the thieves of the sea he would track us, And shatter our ships on the main; But we had bold Neptune to back us,— And where are the galleons of Spain? His carackes were christened of dames And Hawkins bowl rubbers to Bacchus,— Let his Majesty hang to St. James Or at sea he can hope to out-thwack us; |