. Carols of Cockayne. rushed behind the scenes. I recollect that evening yet, And how my aunt was grieved;And, oh ! I never shall forget The lecture I threw a light upon the class Of knowledge that one gleansBy being privileged to pass His time behind the scenes. The Heroine I worshippd then Was fifty, I should think ;My Lord the commonest of men, My Lover fond of Fairies I believed so fair Were not by any meansThe kind of people one would care To meet behind the scenes. 18 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. I cannot boast that I enjoy The stage-illusion still;I m growing far too old a
. Carols of Cockayne. rushed behind the scenes. I recollect that evening yet, And how my aunt was grieved;And, oh ! I never shall forget The lecture I threw a light upon the class Of knowledge that one gleansBy being privileged to pass His time behind the scenes. The Heroine I worshippd then Was fifty, I should think ;My Lord the commonest of men, My Lover fond of Fairies I believed so fair Were not by any meansThe kind of people one would care To meet behind the scenes. 18 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. I cannot boast that I enjoy The stage-illusion still;I m growing far too old a boy To laugh or cry at I can cast a critics eye On mimic kings and queens,And nothing ever makes me sigh To get behind the scenes. Ah ! shallow boastings—false regrets ! The world is but a stageWhere Man, poor player, struts and frets From infancy to age ;And then leaps blindly, in a breath, The space that intervenesBetween our stage-career and Death, Who lurks behind the scenes / 9 ; WITH MUSICAL SOCIETY/. LOOKD for lodgings, long ago,Away from Londons fogs andfusses ;A rustic Paradise, you know, Within a walk of trains or made my choice, and settled down In such a lovely situation !—About a dozen miles from town,And very near a railway-station. Within my pastoral retreat No creditor, no oare intruded ; My happiness was quite complete (The comforts of a home included). CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. I found the landlord most polite,His wife, if possible, politer;— Their two accomplishd daughters quiteElectrified the present writer. A nicer girl than Fanny Lisle To sing a die-away duet with.(Say something in the Verdi style,) Upon my life I never met yet I waverd in my choice ; For I believe I m right in sayingThat nothing equalld Fannys voice, Unless it was Marias playing. If music be the food of Love, That was the house for Cupids diet ;Those two melodious girls, by Jove, Were never for an instant own that Fannys voice was sweet, I own Marias tou
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