Category: Poetry

The poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed. [selected]

Of all literary reputations, that of the Society Poet is probably enjoyed upon the most hazardous and uncertain of tenures. To be successful at all, he must win the instant recognition of his immediate contemporaries; he must be in touch with the thought of his own generation;...

Chapters

1. Part 1

Of all literary reputations, that of the Society Poet is probably enjoyed upon the most hazardous and uncertain of tenures. To be successful at all, he must win the instant reco...

2. Part 2

Knight’s _Quarterly_ was started with much spirit, and promised to become a great success. Much was hoped for from the co-operation of Macaulay, but after the appearance of the...

3. Part 3

There was turning of keys and creaking of locks, As he took forth a bait from his iron box. Many the cunning sportsman tried, Many he flung with a frown aside; A minstrel’s harp...

4. Part 4

At last the daylight came; and then A score or two of serving men, Supposing that some sad disaster Had happened to their lord and master, Went out into the wood, and found him...

5. Part 5

He looked to the left, and he looked to the right: Why hastened he not, the noble Knight, To dry his aged nurse’s tears, To calm his hoary butler’s fears, To listen to the prude...

6. Part 6

Still people make a plaguey fuss, About all things that don’t concern them, As if it matters aught to us, What happens to our grandsons, burn them! Still life is nothing to the...

7. Part 7

Stay, Pegasus!--and let me ask Ere I go onward in my task,-- Pray, reader, were you ever here, Just at this season of the year? No!--then the end of next July Should bring you,...

8. Part 8

“I cannot guess her face or form; But what to me is form or face? I do not ask the weary worm To give me back each buried grace Of glistening eyes, or trailing tresses! I only f...

9. Part 9

Sweet Nea!--for your lovely sake I weave these rambling numbers, Because I’ve lain an hour awake, And can’t compose my slumbers; Because your beauty’s gentle light Is round my p...

10. Part 10

Shall I crown with my worship, for fame’s sake, Some goddess whom Fashion has starred, Make puns on Miss Love and her namesake, Or pray for a _pas_ with Brocard? Shall I flirt,...

11. Part 11

“Love’s shafts are weak”--“my chestnut kicks”-- “Heart-broken”--“broke the traces”-- “What say you now of politics?”-- “Change hands and to your places.”-- “A five-barred gate”-...

12. Part 12

Was’t in the north, or in the south That summer breezes rocked your cradle? And had you in your baby mouth A wooden or a silver ladle? And was your first unconscious sleep By Br...

13. Part 13

Come, Clarence! your idol Albina Will make a sensation, I feel; We all think there never was seen a Performer so like the O’Neill: At rehearsals, her exquisite fury Has deeply a...

14. Part 14

To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas! the clarion’s note is high; To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas! the huge drum makes reply: Ere this hath Lucas marched with his gallant cavaliers...

15. Part 15

“Come hither, come hither,” ’gan Florice call; And the urchin left his fun: So from the hall of poor Sir Paul Retreats the baffled dun; So Ellen parts from the village ball, Whe...

16. Part 16

Sir Florice lay in a dungeon cell With none to soothe or save, And high above his chamber fell The echo of the wave; But still he struck my Second there, And bade its tones rene...