Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FAMILIAR, by EDWARD HARRY WILLIAM MEYERSTEIN Poet's Biography First Line: Mannikin with the tail Last Line: By the new grave to-morrow night. Alternate Author Name(s): Meyerstein, E. H. W. Subject(s): Oxford University | ||||||||
MANNIKIN with the tail, Upon the curtain climbing, I would that I were rhyming As fast as you can scale Whate'er you will, Homunculus, From cedar to ranunculus. Mannikin with the tail, You bobbing piece of magic, I'll do a deed so tragic, If but your power avail, Betwixt the hours of twelve and one, 'Twill blot the light from off the sun. Mannikin with the tail, I'd gladly know who bore you, The family before you, What woman and what male: Did Incubus beget you, babe, Upon a chymist's astrolabe? Mannikin with the tail, Did Incubus beget you, And thereon slyly set you Amid a pelting gale, Just spawned, his fantasy to please, From tincture of Hippomanes? Mannikin with the tail, While Chymist unbelieving, His wily soul deceiving Upon th' Elixir's trail, Could only hear a rainy sound Upon his astrolabe rebound. Mannikin with the tail, Could Paracelsus dull him, So mischievously gull him, Sad fool of pot and pail, As to pursue a quest forlorn The very hour that you were born? Mannikin with the tail, Abridge your easy dances That hazard all our chances; For sure the spell is frail, Whose binding words be only writ After the owl and darkness flit. Mannikin with the tail, The labour's almost ended, By which I'll be defended From neighbour Gorbo's rail; For you shall take this parchment roll And pass it o'er his sleeping poll. Mannikin with the tail, A pox upon your swinging! The hour is well nigh ringing, And shall my magic fail? So be no sound from curtain heard Whenas I add the final word. Mannikin with the tail, Upon the curtain climbing, I now have done the rhyming Which he will sore bewail: Take it -- and we shall chant his plight By the new grave to-morrow night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRIST CHURCH MEADOWS, OXFORD by DONALD HALL OXFORD, THIRTY YEARS AFTER by JOHN UPDIKE THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SONNET: ON HAVING DINED AT TRINITY COLLEGE, OXFORD by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE THE BALLAD OF MY FRIEND by J. D. BEAZLEY LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MEDITATION by EDWARD HARRY WILLIAM MEYERSTEIN |
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