An' the fever 'ed baäked Jinny's 'eäd as bald as one o' them heggs, An' Nelly wur up fro' the craädle as big i' the mouth as a cow, An' saw she mun hammergrate,1 lass, or she weänt git a maäte onyhow! An' es fur Miss Annie es call'd me afoor my awn foälks to my faäce "A hignorant village wife as 'ud hev to be larn'd her awn plaäce," Hes fur Miss Hannie the heldest hes now be a-grawin' sa howd, I knaws that mooch o' sheä, es it beänt not fit to be towd! XVII. Sa I did n't not taäke it kindly ov owd Miss Annie to saäy Es I should be talkin' ageän' em, es soon es they went waäy, Fur, lawks! 'ow I cried when they went, an' our Nelly she gied me 'er 'and, Fur I'd ha done owt fur the Squire an' 'is gells es belong'd to the land; Booöks, es I said afoor, thebbe neyther 'ere nor theer! year. XVIII. An' they hallus paäid what I hax'd, sa I hallus deel'd wi' the Hall, An' they knaw'd what butter wur, an' they knaw'd what a hegg wur an' all; Ilugger-mugger they lived, but they was n't that easy to pleäse, Till I gied 'em Hinjian curn, an' they laäid big heggs es tha seeas; An' I niver puts saäme 2 i' my butter, they does it at Willis' farm, Taste another drop o' the wine - tweänt do tha naw harm. 1 Emigrate. 2 Lard. XIX. Sa new Squire 's coom'd wi' 'is taäil in 'is 'and, an' owd Squire's gone; I heard 'im a roomlin' by, but arter my nightcap wur on; Sa I han't clapt eyes on 'im yit, fur he coom'd last night sa Pluksh!!!1 the hens i' the peäs! why didn't tha hesp the gaäte? DE PROFUNDIS. OUT THE TWO GREETINGS. I. UT of the deep, my child, out of the deep, And nine long months of antenatal gloom, With this last moon, this crescent-her dark orb Perfect, and prophet of the perfect man; Whose face and form are hers and mine in one, Indissolubly married like our love; Live and be happy in thyself, and serve This mortal race thy kin so well, that men 1 A cry accompanied by a clapping of hands to scare trespassing fowl. The fated channel where thy motion lives To that last deep where we and thou art still. II. I. Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, II. For in the world which is not ours, They said Drew to this shore lit by the suns and moons In thine own shadow and this fleshly sign Sun, sun, and sun, thro' finite-infinite space And shatter'd phantom of that infinite One, Out of His whole World-self and all in all Live thou! and of the grain and husk, the grape From death to death thro' life and life, and find But this main miracle, that thou art thou, THE HUMAN CRY. I. ALLOWED be Thy name- Halleluiah! HALLOWED Infinite Ideality! Immeasurable Reality! Infinite Personality! Hallowèd be Thy name Halleluiah! II. We feel we are nothing-for all is Thou and in Thee; Halleluiah! THE NEW TIMON AND THE POETS† E know him, out of Shakespeare's art, WE And those fine curses which he spoke; So died the Old: here comes the New. I thought we knew him: What, it's you, ↑ Published in Punch, February, 1846, signed "Alcibiades." Who killed the girls and thrilled the boys And once you tried the Muses too; But men of long-enduring hopes, And careless what this hour may bring, Can pardon little would-be POPES And BRUMMELS, when they try to sting. An Artist, Sir, should rest in Art, To have the deep Poetic heart But you, Sir, you are hard to please; Nor like a gentleman at ease, With moral breadth of temperament. And what with spites and what with fears, You cannot let a body be: It's always ringing in your ears, "They call this man as good as me." You talk of tinsel! why, we see The old mark of rouge upon your cheeks. You prate of Nature! you are he That spilt his life about the cliques. |