COME, come, I am very Disposed to be merry -- So hey! for a wherry I beckon and ball! 'Tis dry, not a damp night, And pleasure will tramp light To music and lamp light At shining Vauxhall! Ay, here's the dark portal -- The check-taking mortal I pass, and turn short all At once on the blaze -- Names famous in story, Lit up @3con amore,@1 All flaming in glory, Distracting the gaze! Oh @3my@1 name lies fallow -- Fame never will hallow In red light and yellow Poetical toil -- I've long tried to write up My name, and take flight up; But ink will not light up Like cotton and oil! But sad thoughts, keep under! -- The painted Rotund@3er@1 Invites me. I wonder Who's singing so clear? 'Tis Sinclair, high-flying, Scotch ditties supplying; But some hearts are sighing For Dignum, I fear! How bright is the lustre, How thick the folks muster, And eagerly cluster, On bench and in box, -- Whilst Povey is waking Sweet sounds, or the taking Kate Stephens is shaking Her voice and her locks! What clapping attends her! -- The white doe befriends her -- How Braham attends her Away by the hand, For Love to succeed her; The Signor doth heed her, And sigheth to lead her Instead of the band! Then out we all sally -- Time's ripe for the Ballet, Like bees they all rally Before the machine! -- But I am for tracing The bright walks and facing The groups that are pacing To see and be seen. How motely they mingle -- What men might one single, And names that would tingle Or tickle the ear -- Fresh Chinese contrivers Of letters -- survivors Of pawnbrokers -- divers Beau Tibbses appear! Such little and great men, And civic and state men -- Collectors and rate-men -- How pleasant to nod To friends -- to note fashions, To make speculations On people and passions -- To laugh at the odd! To sup on true slices Of ham -- with fair prices For foul -- while cool ices And liquors abound -- To see Blackmore wander, A small salamander, Adown the rope yonder, And light on the ground! Oh, the fireworks are splendid; But darkness is blended -- Bright things are soon ended, Fade quickly and fall! There goes the last rocket! -- Some cash out of pocket, By stars in the socket, I go from Vauxhall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUR MISSION by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES TO MRS. FRANCES-ARABELLA KELLY by MARY BARBER QUATORZAINS: 4. TO SOUND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MEASUREMENTS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SPHINX-MONEY by MATHILDE BLIND I KNOW A BROOK by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |