Charles Stuart Calverley

Charles Stuart Calverley

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Portrait of Charles Stuart Calverley Charles Stuart Calverley,  Fly Leaves

“ Why should a low-bred gardener’s boy pursue me with a besom?
Should china fall or chandeliers, or anything but stocks—
Nay stocks, when they’re in flowerpots—the cat expects hard knocks:
Should ever anything be missed—milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy—
The cat’s pitch’d into with a boot or any thing that’s handy.
“I remember, I remember,” how one night I “fleeted by,”
And gain’d the blessed tiles and gazed into the cold clear sky.
p. 42“I remember, I remember, how my little lovers came;”
And there, beneath the crescent moon, play’d many a little game.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Charles Stuart Calverley Charles Stuart Calverley,  Fly Leaves

“ Side by side, when came the hour for tea, we’d
Crunch the mottled shrimp and hairy prawn:—
Has she wedded some gigantic shrimper,
That sweet mite with whom I loved to play?
Is she girt with babes that whine and whimper,
That bright being who was always gay?
Yes—she has at least a dozen wee things!
Yes—I see her darning corduroys,
Scouring floors, and setting out the tea-things,
For a howling herd of hungry boys,
In a home that reeks of tar and sperm-oil!
”
Source: Gutenberg

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