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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HOM-VEG AND BALLURE'S RIVER, by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: Hould on then, I tell ye! Do ye see yandhar wall Last Line: O the space, and the strength of the sea! Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E. | |||
HOM-VEG HOULD on then, I tell ye! Do ye see yandhar wall, You sniffikan' dirt, and the other as tall Lek opposite lek, and sides like a sewer's, A' puppus to stop such perseedin's as yours -- Masther D., that have built them, because he's intarmint To bring you to raison, you bothersome varmint! In a million of years you've stole a good fut From the bank, yes you have. Aw, it's aisy to "chut" And blackguard and give sauce. But I'll tell ye! look here! It's just go'n a' stoppin'. What capers! Don' keer? You inslin' monkey! I'll see about that! You slippery vagabone! Rat-a-tat-tat! You'll go your own way, will ye? navar say die! You're a freeborn river -- Aye man, aye! I've got ye! I've got ye! Now, aisy, magellya! Be dacen', be dacen', be dacen', I tell ye. And I know there's a tongue at ye, tongue thallure But none of your tongue or your cheek at Ballure! Such ramblin' and amblin', Such bustlin' and scramblin', Such booin' and sthooin' And hullabalooin'! Such work, you young Turk, Wiss a jump and a jerk And a shy and a toss, Like a runaway hoss, And the jiggin' and joggin', And all the lape-froggin' -- Ondacen' it is; And the buzz and the bizz, And the fuss and the fizz -- And altogathar, ye 'nointed young divil, Be civil! will ye? Will ye be civil? Will ye? won't ye? Str'ight then, str'ight! Nither the leff nor nither the right -- And no nizin', no, nor a sigh nor a mutter, Just humblin'-bumblin' 'twix your gutter. D'ye hear? d'ye hear? RIVER O dear! O dear! HOM-VEG What did they larn ye up in the mountain? Nothin', I think, that's much accountin'. RIVER No, no! Only to go, To flow, To fling my spray in the sunny glow, To splash, To dash, Heels over head with a crazy crash. HOM-VEG So that's your arly eddication Lek accordin' to your station? And just the smallest taste of a mill 'd ha been a dale more 'spectable. But times is changed. So that'll do. RIVER O wirrasthru! O wirrasthru! O, that beast of an arch! O, that beast of a wall! HOM-VEG Aisy, for all! RIVER O the ferns and the cushags! HOM-VEG Hushags! hushags! Lek we're say'n' to the pigs. RIVER O the barley-rigs! O the bees and the bells And the lovely smells! O the winds a blowin'! HOM-VEG What's all this O-in'? RIVER O heaven! O earth! Thay gave me birth. HOM-VEG Goodness grayshurs! you're as good as a play. And ar'n' ye lavin' them anyway? No sense nor nothin' -- the little sinner! I wish he'd be off, for I'm wantin' my dinner. Now what can you expec'? The tip of the ear, or the scruff of the neck -- RIVER And must I no more Speed down to the shore With a frisk and a frolic? You old man diabolic, With a shout and a rout And an in and an out, And a sly little kiss for the toes Of the woman that's washin' the clothes? HOM-VEG Did ye avar? I navar! the rip! Kissin', is it? What lip! I'm clane inshamed, And the lek that shud'n' be named; But young people now -- but it's in the blood -- RIVER Good-bye then, good-bye then! old stick-in-the-mud! O the strong! O the free! O the space, and the strength of the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GARDEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A FABLE, FOR HENRICUS D., ESQ., JR by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A FRAGMENT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A MORNING WALK by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ABER STATIONS: STATIO PRIMA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ABER STATIONS: STATIO QUARTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ABER STATIONS: STATIO QUINTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ABER STATIONS: STATIO SECUNDA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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