Historical & Legendary Ballads & Songs By Walter Thornbury. Illustrated by J. Whistler, F. Walker, John Tenniel, J. D. Watson, W. Small, F. Sandys, G. J. Pinwell, T. Morten, M. J. Lawless, and many others |
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“Consule Planco.”
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“Consule Planco.”
Consule Planco: I was young,
Struggling hard with the Latin tongue,
And conjugating “Amo”—
Loving the cane (of sugar), true!
Also dreading the lithe bamboo,
But neither deaf nor lame—“oh!”
Struggling hard with the Latin tongue,
And conjugating “Amo”—
Loving the cane (of sugar), true!
Also dreading the lithe bamboo,
But neither deaf nor lame—“oh!”
Consule Planco: year fifteen,
Then May's green leaves were really green,
June suns were vastly brighter;
Ay! and the peaches were juicier far,
And large as the modern moon each star,
And Summer days were lighter.
Then May's green leaves were really green,
June suns were vastly brighter;
Ay! and the peaches were juicier far,
And large as the modern moon each star,
And Summer days were lighter.
Consule Planco: friends were true,
Never ignoring their I O U
When dawned the gloomy pay-day.
Then hand and heart went still together,
Came sunshine or came stormy weather;
But now 't is different,—heyday!
Never ignoring their I O U
When dawned the gloomy pay-day.
Then hand and heart went still together,
Came sunshine or came stormy weather;
But now 't is different,—heyday!
Consule Planco: such cravats,
Broad-brimmed, Brummelly, bell-shaped hats,
Huge watch-seals, hung in tassels—
And great respect for Regent George,
At Lord Mayor's feast or civic gorge,
As fitted loyal vassals.
Broad-brimmed, Brummelly, bell-shaped hats,
Huge watch-seals, hung in tassels—
And great respect for Regent George,
At Lord Mayor's feast or civic gorge,
As fitted loyal vassals.
No telegraphs with restless wires,
Ten per cent. less at least of fires,
Those railways all unknown.
Coaches kept all your friends aloof,
When England, free from Bony's hoof,
Had propped the Bourbon's throne.
Ten per cent. less at least of fires,
Those railways all unknown.
Coaches kept all your friends aloof,
When England, free from Bony's hoof,
Had propped the Bourbon's throne.
Consule Planco: forty years
Since first I stood among my peers,
All armed with wig and gown,
And shuddered at the cat-like eyes
Of Baron Garrow, whose surprise
Soon darkened to a frown.
Since first I stood among my peers,
All armed with wig and gown,
And shuddered at the cat-like eyes
Of Baron Garrow, whose surprise
Soon darkened to a frown.
Consule Planco: years ago
My beardless cheeks were all aglow,
Asking a simple question.
Many questions I have asked since then,
And many answers from proud men
Have caused me indigestion.
My beardless cheeks were all aglow,
Asking a simple question.
Many questions I have asked since then,
And many answers from proud men
Have caused me indigestion.
Consule Planco: youth is gone,
But here I am, still lingering on,
Though Garrow's called away;
And she who said that nectared “Yes”
Is lost to me beyond redress,
Till Resurrection Day.
But here I am, still lingering on,
Though Garrow's called away;
And she who said that nectared “Yes”
Is lost to me beyond redress,
Till Resurrection Day.
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