268 LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find; Is not more cold to you than I. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, You put strange memories in my head; Lady Clara Vere de Vere, When thus he met his mother's view, She spake some certain truths of you. That scarce is fit for you to hear; Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, There stands a spectre in your hall : You changed a wholesome heart to gall. And slew him with your noble birth. Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent, "Tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets, CARACTACUS. I know you, Clara Vere de Vere: In glowing health, with boundless wealth, You needs must play such pranks as these. Clara, Clara Vere de Vere, If time be heavy on your hands, Are there no beggars at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands? Oh! teach the orphan boy to read, Or teach the orphan girl to sew, Pray heaven for a human heart, And let the foolish yeoman go. 269 Tennyso CARACTACUS. BEFORE proud Rome's imperial throne, None, to have seen his freeborn air, Through all the crowded streets of Rome, Far from his own loved island-home, Unbow'd his head, unbent his knee, A free and fearless glance he cast And now he stood, with brow serene, Claiming, with kindling brow and cheek, Nor could Rome's haughty lord withstand The suppliant should be heard: Deep stillness fell on all the crowd, Silent his fellow-captives' grief, As fearless spoke the Island Chief : "Think not, thou eagle Lord of Rome, Though victory's banner o'er thy dome I would address thee as thy slave, "I might, perchance, could I have deign'd Even now in Briton's isle have reign'd Yet holding, as thy meek ally, A monarch's mimic pageantry. "Then through Rome's crowded streets this day I might have rode with thee; Not in a captive's base array, But fetterless and free: If freedom he could hope to find Whose bondage is, of heart and mind. THE ONE-LEGGED GOOSE. "But canst thou marvel that, free born, Throne, crown, and sceptre I should scorn, Or that I should retain my right, Till wrested by a conqueror's might? "Rome, with her palaces and towers, Her homely huts and woodland bowers Worthless to you their wealth must be, "I might have bow'd before-but where "Now I have spoken, do thy will; Since Britain's throne no more I fill, My fame is clear; but on my fate He ceased. From all around upsprang For well had Truth and Freedom's tongue The conqueror was their captive then— THE ONE-LEGGED GOOSE. A WEALTHY gentleman of Hertfordshire, Whose craniums give them very little pains, 271 Anon. 272 THE ONE-LEGGED GOOSE, Liv'd quietly upon his own estate : But led a calm domestic life, Far from the noise of town and party strife. Took, during service-time, his usual snore, And then walk'd comfortably home to dinner. Who into such affairs have never look'd, I think I'd better mention, by the way, That dinners, ere they're eaten, should be cook'd! At least our squire's were so before he took 'em, And consequently he'd a cook to cook 'em. Now, as I shall have work enough For this most gracious queen of kitchen-stuff, This modern maid of Fat Surpass'd the famous ancient dames of Greece. Aye, that she had, sir, nearly twenty! But none did she so doat upon As our squire's lusty gard'ner, John. It chanc'd one year, as almanacks can tell, St. Michael's day on Sunday fell; The squire the night before, as was his use, Then went to church next morning cheerfully, The bird was done, and she for master wishing, |