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Charles Stuart Calverley


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             Canst thou love me, lady?
                  I've not learn'd to woo:
              Thou art on the shady
                  Side of sixty too.
              Still I love thee dearly!
                  Thou hast lands and pelf:
              But I love thee merely
                  Merely for thyself.

              Wilt thou love me, fairest?
                Though thou art not fair;
            And I think thou wearest
                Someone-else's hair.
            Thou could'st love, though, dearly:
                And, as I am told,
            Thou art very nearly
                Worth thy weight, in gold.

            Dost thou love me, sweet love?
                Tell me that thou dost!
            Women fairly beat one,
                But I think thou must.
            Thou art loved so dearly:
                I am plain, but then
            Thou (to speak sincerely)
                Art as plain again.

            Love me, bashful fairy!
                I've an empty purse:
            And I've "moods," which vary;
                Mostly for the worse.
            Still, I love thee dearly:
                Though I make (I feel)
            Love a little queerly,
                I'm as true as steel.

            Love me, swear to love me
                (As, you know, they do)
            By yon heaven above me
                And its changeless blue.
            Love me, lady, dearly,
                If you'll be so good;
            Though I don't see clearly
                On what ground you should.

            Love me – ah or love me
                Not, but be my bride!
            Do not simply shove me
                (So to speak) aside!
            P'raps it would be dearly
                Purchased at the price;
            But a hundred yearly
                Would be very nice.

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Charles Stuart Calverley (1831 - 1884) was an English poet who attended (and was expelled from!) Oxford, graduated from Cambridge, became a lawyer, and was widely known—and appreciated for—his intelligence and sense of humor. A severe skating accident brought his career as a lawyer to an end and Charles spent the rest of his life translating poetry and writing light verse.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
rhonasheridan:
Delightful! Just loved it.
Posted 02/08/2017 04:34 PM
blueskies:
Galvanized at the > P'raps! Lovely poem. Thanks,Charles & Jayne
Posted 02/08/2017 11:44 AM
Wilda Morris:
Started my day with a smile!
Posted 02/08/2017 08:52 AM
KevinArnold:
Fun!
Posted 02/08/2017 08:18 AM
cork:
The narrator knows how to win a woman's favor.
Posted 02/08/2017 07:40 AM
Belinda Veldman:
Love it :-)
Posted 02/08/2017 02:23 AM
Katrina:
I have never met this guy's work before but am interested to learn about his histrionic life and Bright's disease.
Posted 02/08/2017 02:19 AM


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