Sagittulae, Random Verses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 105 pages of information about Sagittulae, Random Verses.

Sagittulae, Random Verses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 105 pages of information about Sagittulae, Random Verses.

  But I met a young couple “proposing”
   On the top of the sunny Languard;
  I surprised an old gentleman dozing,
    “Times” in hand, on the heights of Fort Bard. 
  In the fir woods of sweet Pontresina
    Picnic papers polluted the walks;
  On the top of the frosty Bernina
    I found a young mountain of—­corks.

  I trod, by the falls of the Handeck,
    On the end of a penny cigar;
  As I roamed in the woods above Landeck
    A hair-pin my pleasure did mar: 
  To the Riffel in vain I retreated,
    Mr. Gaze and the Gazers were there;
  On the top of the Matterhorn seated
    I picked up a lady’s back hair!

  From the Belle Vue in Thun I was hunted
    By “’Arry” who wished to play pool;
  On the Col du Bonhomme I confronted
    The whole of a young ladies’ school. 
  At Giacomo’s Inn in Chiesa
    I was asked to take shares in a mine;
  With an agent for “Mappin’s new Razor”
    I sat down at Baveno to dine.

  On the waves of Lake Leman were floating
    Old lemons (imagine my feelings!),
  The fish in Lucerne were all gloating
    On cast-away salads and peelings;
  And egg-shells and old bones of chicken
    On the shore of St. Moritz did lie: 
  My spirit within me did sicken—­
    Sweet Solitude, where shall I fly?

  Disconsolate, gloomy, and undone
    I take in the “Dilly” my place;
  By Zurich and Basel to London
    I rush, as if running a race. 
  My quest and my troubles are over;
    As I drive through the desolate street
  To my Club in Pall Mall, I discover
    Sweet Solitude’s summer retreat.

  MEDITATIONS OF A

  CLASSICAL MAN ON A MATHEMATICAL PAPER

  DURING A LATE FELLOWSHIP EXAMINATION.

  Woe, woe is me! for whither can I fly? 
  Where hide me from Mathesis’ fearful eye? 
  Where’er I turn the Goddess haunts my path,
  Like grim Megoera in revengeful wrath: 
  In accents wild, that would awake the dead,
  Bids me perplexing problems to unthread;
  Bids me the laws of x and y to unfold,
  And with “dry eyes” dread mysteries behold. 
  Not thus, when blood maternal he had shed,
  The Furies’ fangs Orestes wildly fled;
  Not thus Ixion fears the falling stone,
  Tisiphone’s red lash, or dark Cocytus’ moan. 
  Spare me, Mathesis, though thy foe I be,
  Though at thy altar ne’er I bend the knee,
  Though o’er thy “Asses’ Bridge” I never pass,
  And ne’er in this respect will prove an ass;
  Still let mild mercy thy fierce anger quell! oh
  Let, let me live to be a Johnian fellow!

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