Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CHARADES: 4, by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY



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CHARADES: 4, by             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!"





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