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The actor's art he cribs, -
A long and a flowing padded gown.
Bedecks his rattling ribs.
He cries, "Go on - begin, begin!
Turn on the light of lime -
I'm dressed for jolly Old Christmas, in
A favourite pantomime!"
The curtain's up - the stage all black -
Time and the year nigh sped -
Time as an advertising quack -
The Old Year nearly dead.
The wand of Time is waved, and lo!
Revealed Old Christmas stands,
And little children chuckle and crow,
And laugh and clap their hands.
The cruel old scoundrel brightens up
At the death of the Olden Year,
And he waves a gorgeous golden cup,
And bids the world good cheer.
The little ones hail the festive King, -
No thought can make them sad.
Their laughter comes with a sounding ring,
They clap and crow like mad!
They only see in the humbug old
A holiday every year,
And handsome gifts, and joys untold,
And unaccustomed cheer.
The old ones, palsied, blear, and hoar,
Their breasts in anguish beat -
They've seen him seventy times before,
How well they know the cheat!
They've seen that ghastly pantomime,
They've felt its blighting breath,
They know that rollicking Christmas-time
Meant Cold and Want and Death, -
Starvation - Poor Law Union fare -
And deadly cramps and chills,
And illness - illness everywhere,
And crime, and Christmas bills.
They know Old Christmas well, I ween,
Those men of ripened age;
They've often, often, often seen
That Actor off the stage!
They see in his gay rotundity
A clumsy stuffed-out dress -
They see in the cup he waves on high
A tinselled emptiness.
Those aged men so lean and wan,
They've seen it all before,
They know they'll see the charlatan
But twice or three times more.
And so they bear with dance and song,
And crimson foil and green,
They wearily sit, and grimly long
For the Transformation Scene.
Ballad: HAUNTED.
HAUNTED? Ay, in a social way
By a body of ghosts in dread array;
But no conventional spectres they -
Appalling, grim, and tricky:
I quail at mine as I'd never quail
At a fine traditional spectre pale,
With a turnip head and a ghostly wail,
And a splash of blood on the dickey!
Mine are horrible, social ghosts, -
Speeches and women and guests and hosts,
Weddings and morning calls and toasts,
In every bad variety:
Ghosts who hover about the grave
Of all that's manly, free, and brave:
You'll find their names on the architrave
Of that charnel-house, Society.
Black Monday - black as its school-room ink -
With its dismal boys that snivel and think
Of its nauseous messes to eat and drink,
And its frozen tank to wash in.
That was the first that brought me grief,
And made me weep, till I sought relief
In an emblematical handkerchief,
To choke such baby bosh in.
First and worst in the grim array-
Ghosts of ghosts that have gone their way,
Which I wouldn't revive for a single day
For all the wealth of PLUTUS -
Are the horrible ghosts that school-days scared:
If the classical ghost that BRUTUS dared
Was the ghost of his "Caesar" unprepared,
I'm sure I pity BRUTUS.
I pass to critical seventeen;
The ghost of that terrible wedding scene,
When an elderly Colonel stole my Queen,
And woke my dream of heaven.
No schoolgirl decked in her nurse-room curls
Was my gushing innocent Queen of Pearls;
If she wasn't a girl of a thousand girls,
She was one of forty-seven!
I see the ghost of my first cigar,
Of the thence-arising family jar -
Of my maiden brief (I was at the Bar,
And I called the Judge "Your wushup!")
Of reckless days and reckless nights,
With wrenched-off knockers, extinguished lights,
Unholy songs and tipsy fights,
Which I strove in vain to hush up.
Ghosts of fraudulent joint-stock banks,
Ghosts of "copy, declined with thanks,"
Of novels returned in endless ranks,
And thousands more, I suffer.
The only line to fitly grace
My humble tomb, when I've run my race,
Is, "Reader, this is the resting-place
Of an unsuccessful duffer."
I've fought them all, these ghosts of mine,
But the weapons I've used are sighs and brine,
And now that I'm nearly forty-nine,
Old age is my chiefest bogy;
For my hair is thinning away at the crown,
And the silver fights with the worn-out brown;
And a general verdict sets me down
As an irreclaimable fogy.
Footnotes:
(1) A version of this ballad is published as a Song, by Mr.
Jeffreys, Soho Square.
(2) This ballad is published as a Song, under the title "If," by
Messrs. Cramer and Co.
(3) "Go with me to a Notary - seal me there
Your single bond." - MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act I., sc. 3.
(4) "And there shall she, at Friar Lawrence' cell,
Be shrived and married." - ROMEO AND JULIET, Act II., sc. 4.
(5) "And give the fasting horses provender." - HENRY THE FIFTH, Act
IV., sc. 2.
(6) "Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares." - TROILUS AND
CRESSIDA, Act I., sc. 3.
(7) "Then must the Jew be merciful." - MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act IV.,
sc. 1.
(8) "The spring, the summer,
The chilling autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries." - MIDSUMMER NIGHT DREAM, Act IV., sc. 1.
(9) "In the county of Glo'ster, justice of the peace and CORAM."
MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Act I., sc. 1.
(10) "What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?" - KING JOHN, Act V.,
sc. 2.
(11) "And I'll provide his executioner." - HENRY THE SIXTH (Second
Part), Act III., sc. 1.
(12) "The lioness had torn some flesh away,
Which all this while had bled." - AS YOU LIKE IT, Act IV., sc. 3.
(13) Described by MUNGO PARK.
(14) "Like a bird." - SLANG EXPRESSION.
(15) Reprinted from the "The Graphic," by permission of the
proprietors.
End
A long and a flowing padded gown.
Bedecks his rattling ribs.
He cries, "Go on - begin, begin!
Turn on the light of lime -
I'm dressed for jolly Old Christmas, in
A favourite pantomime!"
The curtain's up - the stage all black -
Time and the year nigh sped -
Time as an advertising quack -
The Old Year nearly dead.
The wand of Time is waved, and lo!
Revealed Old Christmas stands,
And little children chuckle and crow,
And laugh and clap their hands.
The cruel old scoundrel brightens up
At the death of the Olden Year,
And he waves a gorgeous golden cup,
And bids the world good cheer.
The little ones hail the festive King, -
No thought can make them sad.
Their laughter comes with a sounding ring,
They clap and crow like mad!
They only see in the humbug old
A holiday every year,
And handsome gifts, and joys untold,
And unaccustomed cheer.
The old ones, palsied, blear, and hoar,
Their breasts in anguish beat -
They've seen him seventy times before,
How well they know the cheat!
They've seen that ghastly pantomime,
They've felt its blighting breath,
They know that rollicking Christmas-time
Meant Cold and Want and Death, -
Starvation - Poor Law Union fare -
And deadly cramps and chills,
And illness - illness everywhere,
And crime, and Christmas bills.
They know Old Christmas well, I ween,
Those men of ripened age;
They've often, often, often seen
That Actor off the stage!
They see in his gay rotundity
A clumsy stuffed-out dress -
They see in the cup he waves on high
A tinselled emptiness.
Those aged men so lean and wan,
They've seen it all before,
They know they'll see the charlatan
But twice or three times more.
And so they bear with dance and song,
And crimson foil and green,
They wearily sit, and grimly long
For the Transformation Scene.
Ballad: HAUNTED.
HAUNTED? Ay, in a social way
By a body of ghosts in dread array;
But no conventional spectres they -
Appalling, grim, and tricky:
I quail at mine as I'd never quail
At a fine traditional spectre pale,
With a turnip head and a ghostly wail,
And a splash of blood on the dickey!
Mine are horrible, social ghosts, -
Speeches and women and guests and hosts,
Weddings and morning calls and toasts,
In every bad variety:
Ghosts who hover about the grave
Of all that's manly, free, and brave:
You'll find their names on the architrave
Of that charnel-house, Society.
Black Monday - black as its school-room ink -
With its dismal boys that snivel and think
Of its nauseous messes to eat and drink,
And its frozen tank to wash in.
That was the first that brought me grief,
And made me weep, till I sought relief
In an emblematical handkerchief,
To choke such baby bosh in.
First and worst in the grim array-
Ghosts of ghosts that have gone their way,
Which I wouldn't revive for a single day
For all the wealth of PLUTUS -
Are the horrible ghosts that school-days scared:
If the classical ghost that BRUTUS dared
Was the ghost of his "Caesar" unprepared,
I'm sure I pity BRUTUS.
I pass to critical seventeen;
The ghost of that terrible wedding scene,
When an elderly Colonel stole my Queen,
And woke my dream of heaven.
No schoolgirl decked in her nurse-room curls
Was my gushing innocent Queen of Pearls;
If she wasn't a girl of a thousand girls,
She was one of forty-seven!
I see the ghost of my first cigar,
Of the thence-arising family jar -
Of my maiden brief (I was at the Bar,
And I called the Judge "Your wushup!")
Of reckless days and reckless nights,
With wrenched-off knockers, extinguished lights,
Unholy songs and tipsy fights,
Which I strove in vain to hush up.
Ghosts of fraudulent joint-stock banks,
Ghosts of "copy, declined with thanks,"
Of novels returned in endless ranks,
And thousands more, I suffer.
The only line to fitly grace
My humble tomb, when I've run my race,
Is, "Reader, this is the resting-place
Of an unsuccessful duffer."
I've fought them all, these ghosts of mine,
But the weapons I've used are sighs and brine,
And now that I'm nearly forty-nine,
Old age is my chiefest bogy;
For my hair is thinning away at the crown,
And the silver fights with the worn-out brown;
And a general verdict sets me down
As an irreclaimable fogy.
Footnotes:
(1) A version of this ballad is published as a Song, by Mr.
Jeffreys, Soho Square.
(2) This ballad is published as a Song, under the title "If," by
Messrs. Cramer and Co.
(3) "Go with me to a Notary - seal me there
Your single bond." - MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act I., sc. 3.
(4) "And there shall she, at Friar Lawrence' cell,
Be shrived and married." - ROMEO AND JULIET, Act II., sc. 4.
(5) "And give the fasting horses provender." - HENRY THE FIFTH, Act
IV., sc. 2.
(6) "Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares." - TROILUS AND
CRESSIDA, Act I., sc. 3.
(7) "Then must the Jew be merciful." - MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act IV.,
sc. 1.
(8) "The spring, the summer,
The chilling autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries." - MIDSUMMER NIGHT DREAM, Act IV., sc. 1.
(9) "In the county of Glo'ster, justice of the peace and CORAM."
MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Act I., sc. 1.
(10) "What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?" - KING JOHN, Act V.,
sc. 2.
(11) "And I'll provide his executioner." - HENRY THE SIXTH (Second
Part), Act III., sc. 1.
(12) "The lioness had torn some flesh away,
Which all this while had bled." - AS YOU LIKE IT, Act IV., sc. 3.
(13) Described by MUNGO PARK.
(14) "Like a bird." - SLANG EXPRESSION.
(15) Reprinted from the "The Graphic," by permission of the
proprietors.
End
- advertising [´ædvətaiziŋ]
n.广告a.广告的 (初中英语单词) - laughter [´lɑ:ftə] n.笑，笑声 (初中英语单词)
- holiday [´hɔlidi] n.假日，假期，节日 (初中英语单词)
- deadly [´dedli] a.致命的 ad.死一般地 (初中英语单词)
- illness [´ilnis] n.生病，不健康，疾病 (初中英语单词)
- splash [splæʃ] v.&n.溅水声；涉水而进 (初中英语单词)
- horrible [´hɔrəbəl] a.可怕的；恐怖的 (初中英语单词)
- frozen [´frəuzn] freeze 的过去分词 (初中英语单词)
- wealth [welθ] n.财富，财产 (初中英语单词)
- wedding [´wediŋ] n.婚礼，结婚 (初中英语单词)
- schoolgirl [´sku:lgə:l] n.(中小学的)女生 (初中英语单词)
- innocent [´inəsənt] a.无罪的；单纯的 (初中英语单词)
- maiden [´meidn] n.少女 a.未婚的 (初中英语单词)
- humble [´hʌmbəl] a.谦卑的 vt.贬抑 (初中英语单词)
- permission [pə´miʃən] n.允许；同意；许可 (初中英语单词)
- chuckle [´tʃʌkl] vi.&n.轻声笑；暗自笑 (高中英语单词)
- gorgeous [´gɔ:dʒəs] a.华丽的；宜人的 (高中英语单词)
- anguish [´æŋgwiʃ] n.(极度的)痛苦；苦恼 (高中英语单词)
- ghastly [´gɑ:stli] a.苍白的；可怕的 (高中英语单词)
- clumsy [´klʌmzi] a.笨拙的；粗俗的 (高中英语单词)
- crimson [´krimzən] a.&n.深(紫)红(的) (高中英语单词)
- grimly [´grimli] ad.严厉地；坚强地 (高中英语单词)
- turnip [´tə:nip] n.萝卜，芜菁 (高中英语单词)
- dismal [´dizməl] a.灰暗的；阴郁的 (高中英语单词)
- revive [ri´vaiv] v.(使)苏醒；(使)振奋 (高中英语单词)
- critical [´kritikəl] a.批评的；关键性的 (高中英语单词)
- colonel [´kə:nəl] n.海(陆)军上校 (高中英语单词)
- reckless [´rekləs] a.不注意的；鲁莽的 (高中英语单词)
- strove [strəuv] strive的过去式 (高中英语单词)
- ballad [´bæləd] n.民歌，民谣 (高中英语单词)
- venice [´venis] n.威尼斯 (高中英语单词)
- trumpet [´trʌmpit] n.喇叭；小号 (高中英语单词)
- summon [´sʌmən] vt.召集；号召 (高中英语单词)
- wearily [´wiərili] ad.疲倦地；厌烦地 (英语四级单词)
- transformation [,trænsfə´meiʃən] n.转化；转变；改造 (英语四级单词)
- conventional [kən´venʃənəl] a.常规的；协定的 (英语四级单词)
- traditional [trə´diʃənəl] a.传统的，习惯的 (英语四级单词)
- classical [´klæsikəl] a.经典的；传统的 (英语四级单词)
- elderly [´eldəli] a. 较老的，年长的 (英语四级单词)
- unsuccessful [,ʌnsək´sesful] a.不成功的，失败的 (英语四级单词)
- verdict [´və:dikt] n.裁决，判决；判定 (英语四级单词)
- version [´və:ʃən, ´və:rʒən] n.翻译；说明；译本 (英语四级单词)
- midsummer [´mid,sʌmə] n.仲夏；夏至 (英语四级单词)
- scoundrel [´skaundrəl] n.&a.无赖(的) (英语六级单词)
- festive [´festiv] a.喜庆的，欢乐的 (英语六级单词)
- ghostly [´gəustli] a.鬼的；朦胧的 (英语六级单词)
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