Come, go and practise-get your work-
Do something, Nelly, pray.
I hate to see you moon about
In this uncertain way!
Why do you look so vacant, child?
I fear you must be ill.
Surely you are not thinking of
That Captain Cameron still?
Ah, yes-I fear’d so! You may blush;
I blush for you, my dear;
And it is scarce a week ago
Since Gerald brought him here-
The day he fell in the hunting-field,
And his pretty horse was lamed.
O child-and with your bringing up!
You ought to be ashamed.
Last night I saw you watching him,
And you danced with him thrice;
You turn’d quite red when he spoke to you-
Such manners are not nice.
You, Nelly Gray, should not be seen
(I don’t wish to be harsh)
Running wild, like the servant-girls,
For a red coat and moustache.
Not that he isn’t a gentleman
From spur to shako-brim-
I know good blood when I see it-yes,
I will say that for him.
He does not swagger, nor lisp, nor flirt-
Has none of those vulgar ways;
And he does not talk like a stable-boy,
As the fashion is nowadays.
In fact, I admire him very much-
My dear, you need not fret-
I do; he’s very different from
The rest of Gerald’s set.
He’s very handsome, certainly-
I don’t mind saying so.
He reminds me a bit of your uncle, when
I met him long ago.
He had a silky, long moustache
Of just that golden shade;
And broad Greek brows, with a tint of bronze,
That Indian suns had made.
He was a soldier, too, you know-
As big and strong and tall:
He’d just come home when I saw him first
At Lady Talbot’s ball.
I remember when we were introduced;
By stealth I look’d him o’er-
Such haughty, indolent, gentle eyes,
I never saw before!
I felt so strange when he look’d at me;
I cannot tell you why-
But I seem’d to feel he was mine, to keep
And love, till I should die.
‘Twas very odd-in a moment, too,
Before I knew his name!
But, Nelly-O how the world was changed
And brighten’d, when he came!
I was so restless all that night;-
I did not want to see,
I felt where he moved about the room
While he was away from me.
I was jealous-I could not help it,
Although I struggled hard-
Of the other girls, whose favour’d names
Were written on his card;
They were so rich, and I was poor;
They were so grandly dress’d,
And I so dowdy; and yet, and yet,
I thought he liked me best.
The last long hour he danced with them,
And oh I miss’d him so!
And then I heard our carriage call’d,
And I knew that I must go.
A big lump rose up in my throat
That I could hardly bear;
But, passing through the vestibule,
I saw him standing there.
I knew not where he came from,
But I felt no surprise
When he look’d down from his stately height
With his grave and quiet eyes,
And held his hand for a mute good-night
That said all words could say;-
Ah, love! he made me happy then
For ever and for aye.
Well, well,-but this is nonsense;
How I am running on!-
His golden hair grew thin and grey,
And now he’s dead and gone.
There, go and dress for dinner, child;
It’s getting late, you see;
And-perhaps I’ll ask young Cameron
If he’ll come in to tea.
A few random poems:
- I Don’t Know If History Repeats Itself by Yehuda Amichai
- Unrequited Pathological
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Благодарю Вас за цветы
- On Passing The New Menin Gate by Siegfried Sassoon
- cell-mate.html
- Tarrant Moss by Rudyard Kipling
- The Black Shawl poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray
- An ode to you by Tanisha Avarsekar
- A Dogs Love Is a Never Ending Game by Stacey Chillemi
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот какое обещание молодой солдат дает… (Главполитпросвет №376)
- Владимир Луговской – Первый снег
- Eclogue IV by Virgil
- Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love. by Walt Whitman
- Impromptu on Dumourier’s Desertion of the French Republican Army by Robert Burns
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Indian Wedding Customs – Eastern and Western Indian Wedding Traditions
- Latino Author and Educator Provides Tools for College and Life Success
- The Merchant of Copan [In English and Spanish]
- Knowing God Part 1 – Finding God, Knowing Him, and Doing His Works
- The Art of Cake Decorating – A Beginners Recommendation For Cake Decorating Books
- Creativity: The Top 10 Ways to Increase Your Creativity
- Learning to Study – Hindrances to Study
- Feeling Lucky to Be Irish
- Source of Life – Gives Hope in Adversity?
- The Importance of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring
- Work in Game Design Rather Than Other Design
- 9 Types of Lovers – The Twisted Version
- May You Encounter Christ’s Inclusive Church
- Shaun White – The Power Behind the Snowboard Throne
- Ways to Make Money Online Easily for Free – 4 Important Tips to Make Money Online
- Stretch Mark Cream – How Creams Help Remove Stretch Marks
- How To Use Vellum For Your Card Making Ideas
- Neglecting the Word of God: A Foundational Cause of Lukewarmness
- Celebrity Style Of The Week: Gabriel Akinosho
- The Dying of America and How to Save Her
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.