Richmond daily Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1842-1861, 1843-07-26
THE POETS NEED.

THE POETS NEED.
THOMAS HOOD.
Southey's Dead and am a drouthy:
Let me have the post OF Southcy:
Terse as Greek epigram; but sensua-very.-Mr
iood should take hint from the confectionery who
their dishes of preserved ginger without becoming
arsh Of bay leaves. TIE tendency very palpa
lie IN the following spirited lines by poet, who is great
lvourite OF They his early middle style
her than his later but they the less pleasing that
ccount.
THE LAUREATE.
ALFRED TENNysoN
Who would not be
The laureate bold
With his butt of sherry
To keep him merry.
And nothing to do but to pocket his gold1
lis would be the laureate bold,
When the days are hot aud the sun is strong,
I'D lounge in the gate all the day long,
With her Malcsty's ioomen in crimson and gold
Id care not pin for the waiune.lord;
But I'D lie my back on the smooth greensward,
With a straw IN my mouth, and open vest,
And the cool wind blowing upon my breast.
And I'd vacantly OF the clear blue sky,
And watch the clouds ns listless a.
Laziy, lazily,
And I'd pick the moss and the daises white,
And chew their stalks with a nbbing bite;
And I'D let my fancies roam abroad
In search of a hint for birthday ode,
Crafty, crafty.
OH that would be the life for me-
With plenty 10 get, and nothing to do
But 60 deck pet poodle with nbands of blue
And whistle all day TO the Queens cockatoo,
Dreamingly dreamngly.
Then the chnmbermaids, that clean the rooms,
Would come to the windows and their brOoms,
With their saucy caps and their crsped hair.
And they'd toss their heads in the fragrant air,
And say each other: Just look down there
AT the nice young men, tidy and small,
Who Is paid for writing nothing at all,
Handsomely, handsomelyr'
They would peli me with matches and pastilles,
And cruinpled up balls Of the royal bills,
Giggng and laughing, and screaming with fun,
As they'd see me start, with leap and run,
From the broad OF my back the points OF my toes,
When pellet Of paper hit my nose,
Sneczing, sneeZing.
Then I'd fling them punches of garden flowers,
Aud hyacinths plucked from the Castle bowers,
And Id challenge them all to come down to me.
And I'D kiss themol, till they kissed me,
Laughingly aughingly
Oh would not that be a merry life
Apart from care, and apart ii on strife,
With the aureate's wine and the laureates pay,
And no deductions at quaTeT-dnyl
Oh that would be the post for me,
With plenty TO get, and nothing TO do
But TO deck pet poodle with ubands OF blue,
And whistle n tune 10 the Queens cockaioo,
And scribble Offverses remarkably few,
And at evening empty bottle or TWO,
Ouatiingiy, quaihngy!
Oh, tits | would be
The laureate bold
With my butt Of sherry,
To keep me merry,
And nothing to do but to pocket my gold
The VINO appreciates a sinecure WELL ought Ger
iainy TO have II.
Turn we now TO Windsor of whose festive board we ar
furnished with delightful glimpse in the following ballad
written apparently by OF the foomen, Judge by TIT
name attached TO 1t
THE ROYAL BANQUET.
JOSEPH JENKINS.
The Queen, she kept her high festival in Wndsors lord
And round her the garteed knights and ermined no
bles all;
There drank the valiant Wellington, there fed the war
And the bottom of the board Prince Albert carved tn
veal.
What, panther, no the cloth Ho celaIer, tn
wine,
And bid the royal bring in the hopes OF Brunswick
line -
Then with tumultuous shout the band Of Brs
"God bless her sacred Majesty LET'S see the little dears
Now, by ST. George patron saint twas touching sgt
tOsee
That iron warrior gently place the Princess on his knee
To hear him hush her infant fears, and teach her how
cape,
With rosy mouth expecan for the raisin and the grape
They passd the wIne the sparkling wine-ihey filed tn
gObets up,
Even Brougham the cynic anchore smiled blandy on IN
And Lyndhurst with noble thirst that nothing could ap
pease,
Proposed the immortal memory OF King William on hi
"What here, my gracious Hege" cred good Lor
Aberdeen
"save gladstone song and mnselsy to flow our cups b.
tween
ask for Gouburns voice or Knatchbus warblin
lay,
But where's the Poet Laureate grace our board to-day
Loud laugh'd the Knight Of Neherby and seornfully
cried,
"or thou mad with wine Lord Ear, or art myself b
side
Eight hundred Bedlam bards have cIaim'd the Laureate
vacant crown.
And now ike frantic bacchanas run wild through Londo
town."
"Now glory our gracious Queen! voice was heard
And dark Maesuuy stood before them all with phrenzic
Now glory gracious Queen and all her glorior
boon, boom my soyran liege Give me the Laureate
place!
Twas that sang the night Of Rome, the gIories Of n
ware;
And who could swell the fame so well Of Bdtains Isl
The hero Of hundred fights" Then Wellington
sprung,
"Io, silence in the ranks, say sit down and hold 70
tongue.
by Heaven thou shalt not twist my mime into iingi,
Or mimic in thy puny song the thundors Of Assaye,
lis hard that for Thy Inst Of pare peace We cam
dine,
Nurse take her Royal fighnesa here Sir Robert pass d
wine."
No Laureate need at board - then spoke the 10
Of |gux,
"cre's many voice 10 charm the ear with minstrel so
know,
\ Even myself" Then rose tie cry, "a song, sol
from Brougham,"
lie sang-and staghlHoy found himself alone within q
room.
Broughau singing! No wonder the royal party aiscon
] cd 10 rapidly We sorry for Macauay The Duk
think, took hiu up this occasion rather snappsb
However VIC trust be wI take his revenge by turning {,
% the incidents u
might have worsc employment even at"Thc Windsor G.
| tie"
Remainder f0.pOu0ir1
CANAL COMMERCE.
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