Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHARADES: 4, by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY Poet's Biography First Line: Evening threw soberer hue Last Line: "but I never will press it again!" Subject(s): Courtship | ||||||||
EVENING threw soberer hue Over the blue sky, and the few Poplars that grew just in the view Of the Hall of Sir Hugo de Wynkle: "Answer me true," pleaded Sir Hugh, (Striving some hardhearted maiden to woo,) "What shall I do, Lady, for you? 'Twill be done, ere your eye may twinkle. Shall I borrow the wand of a Moorish enchanter, And bid a decanter contain the Levant, or The brass from the face of a Mormonite ranter? Shall I go for the mule of the Spanish Infantar -- (That r, for the sake of the line, we must grant her,) -- And race with the foul fiend, and beat in a canter, Like that first of equestrians Tam o' Shanter? I talk not mere banter -- say not that I can't, or By this my first -- (a Virginia planter Sold it me to kill rats) -- I will die instanter." The Lady bended her ivory neck, and Whispered mournfully, "Go for -- my second." She said, and the red from Sir Hugh's cheek fled, And "Nay," did he say, as he stalked away The fiercest of injured men: "Twice have I humbled my haughty soul, And on bended knee have I pressed my whole -- But I never will press it again!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AS YOU WALK OUT ONE MORNING by GLYN MAXWELL TALE OF THE MAYOR'S SON by GLYN MAXWELL THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS THE FORTUNATE SPILL by MARILYN NELSON REQUEST TO LEDA by DYLAN THOMAS HIC VIR, HIC EST' by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |
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