Charles Stuart Calverley

thumb|Charles Stuart Calverley Charles Stuart Calverley (December 22, 1831 – February 17, 1884) was an English poet. He was the literary father of what has been called "the university school of humour". Quotes Now the "rosy morn appearing"Floods with light the dazzled heaven;And the schoolboy groans on hearingThat eternal clock strike seven:-Now the waggoner is drivingTowards the fields his clattering wain;Now the bluebottle, reviving,Buzzes down his native pane. Ode - "On a Distant Prospect" of Making a Fortune, from Verses and Translations (1862). White is the wold, and ghostlyThe dank and leafless trees;And 'M's and 'N's are mostly Pronounced like 'B's and 'D's:'Neath bleak sheds, ice-encrusted,The sheep stands, mute and stolid:And ducks find out, disgusted,That all the ponds are solid. Dirge, from Verses and Translations (1862). O Beer! O Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass!Names that should be on every infant's tongue!Shall days and months and years and centuries pass,And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?Oh! I have gazed into my foaming glass,And wished that lyre could yet again be strungWhich once rang prophet-like through Greece, and taught herMisguided sons that "the best drink was water." Beer, from Verses and Translations (1862). I have a liking oldFor thee, though manifoldStories, I know, are toldNot to thy credit;How one (or two at most)Drops make a cat a ghost—Useless, except to roast—Doctors have said it:How they who use fuseesAll grow by slow degreesBrainless as chimpanzees,Meagre as lizards;Go mad, and beat their wives;Plunge (after shocking lives)Razors and carving knivesInto their gizzards. Ode to Tobacco. I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun. In the Gloaming; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low;’T is that I can’t remember how They go. Changed; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). O my own, my beautiful, my blue-eyed! To be young once more and bite my thumbAt the world and all its cares with you, I’d Give no inconsiderable sum. First Love; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). The farmer’s daughter hath soft brown hair (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)And I met with a ballad, I can’t say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these. Ballad; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). ’T was ever thus from childhood’s hour! My fondest hopes would not decay:I never loved a tree or flower Which was the first to fade away. Disaster; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: Oh, ever thus, from childhood’s hour, I ’ve seen my fondest hopes decay;I never loved a tree or flower But ’t was the first to fade away.- Thomas Moore, The Fire Worshippers, p. 26. Forever; ’t is a single word! Our rude forefathers deemed it two:Can you imagine so absurd A view? Forever; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). External links Charles+Stuart+Calverley Charles Stuart Calverley Category:Poets from England Category:1884 deaths