قراءة كتاب Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 109, September 7, 1895
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اللغة: English
Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 109, September 7, 1895
الصفحة رقم: 6
class="i10">VI.
"She slaughtered Birds of Paradise,
And little cared for all day long
Save silencing the whirr of wings,
And the trill of song.
And little cared for all day long
Save silencing the whirr of wings,
And the trill of song.
VII.
"She found the task of relish sweet;
The warbling wildwood choir she slew.
Till the larks were mute, and the linnets dead,
And the robins few.
The warbling wildwood choir she slew.
Till the larks were mute, and the linnets dead,
And the robins few.
VIII.
"She took me to her milliner's
And showed with glee a sight full sore,
Her new mixed plume, with aureoles six,
And egrets four.
And showed with glee a sight full sore,
Her new mixed plume, with aureoles six,
And egrets four.
IX.
"'Twas there she lulled all love asleep,
And her heart grew hard—ah, woe betide!—
As the granite-boulder that gleameth white
On the cold hill-side.
And her heart grew hard—ah, woe betide!—
As the granite-boulder that gleameth white
On the cold hill-side.
X.
"I saw dead songsters heaped to view.
From field, wood, mere, came one sad call:
They cried, 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Will slay us all!'
From field, wood, mere, came one sad call:
They cried, 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Will slay us all!'
XI.
"Beauty no more will flash a-wing,
Music no more full-throated flush.
Fashion will curse the fields of Spring
With the Winter's hush.
Music no more full-throated flush.
Fashion will curse the fields of Spring
With the Winter's hush.
XII.
"I saw poor bird-beaks in that room
With fruitless warning gaping wide;
And the lady wore their stolen plumes
With a cruel pride.
With fruitless warning gaping wide;
And the lady wore their stolen plumes
With a cruel pride.
XIII.
"'The Feathered Woman' was she hight;
But all reproof, compassion-born,
The modish Belle Dame sans Merci
Doth laugh to scorn.
But all reproof, compassion-born,
The modish Belle Dame sans Merci
Doth laugh to scorn.
XIV.
"What plea for beauty or for song,
Or simple prudence, may she reck,
While Fashion rules she with mixed plumes
Her head must deck?
Or simple prudence, may she reck,
While Fashion rules she with mixed plumes
Her head must deck?
XV.
"The birds in myriads may die,
Till earth is all a songless hush;
But she upon her crest must sport
A feathered-brush!
Till earth is all a songless hush;
But she upon her crest must sport
A feathered-brush!
XVI.
"'Tis not sore need bids songsters bleed,
Not lack of vesture or of food;
'Tis only Fashion's foolish freak
Strips wold and wood.
Not lack of vesture or of food;
'Tis only Fashion's foolish freak
Strips wold and wood.
XVII.
"And that is why I wander here,
Alone and sadly loitering,
Whilst the sedge shakes not with glancing plume,
And no birds sing!"
Alone and sadly loitering,
Whilst the sedge shakes not with glancing plume,
And no birds sing!"
Bournemouth's chief magistrate, by decision and order of the corporation of that town, has been deprived of a strip of land, alleged to be public property, which he had enclosed within his own private grounds. The sight of sixty workmen ruthlessly "removing his summer-house and shrubs, and throwing tons of mould over the cliffs," could not have been a very exhilarating one for the erstwhile owner, who must have felt like Mayor-ius 'mid the ruins of Cart-hage.
