Charles Stuart Calverley Quotes

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For I've read in many a novel that, unless they've souls that grovel,
Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.

Charles Stuart Calverley
O Beer! O Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass!
Names that should be on every infant's tongue!
Shall days and months and years and centuries pass,
And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?
Oh! I have gazed into my foaming glass,
And wished that lyre could yet again be strung
Which once rang prophet-like through Greece, and taught her
Misguided sons that "the best drink was water."

Charles Stuart Calverley
I have a liking old
For thee, though manifold
Stories, I know, are told
Not to thy credit;
How one (or two at most)
Drops make a cat a ghost—
Useless, except to roast—
Doctors have said it: How they who use fusees
All grow by slow degrees
Brainless as chimpanzees,
Meagre as lizards;
Go mad, and beat their wives;
Plunge (after shocking lives)
Razors and carving knives
Into their gizzards.

Charles Stuart Calverley
The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And I met with a ballad, I can't say where,
That wholly consisted of lines like these.

Charles Stuart Calverley
White is the wold, and ghostly
The dank and leafless trees;
And 'M's and 'N's are mostly
Pronounced like 'B's and 'D's:
'Neath bleak sheds, ice-encrusted,
The sheep stands, mute and stolid:
And ducks find out, disgusted,
That all the ponds are solid.

Charles Stuart Calverley
I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low;
'T is that I can't remember how
They go.

Charles Stuart Calverley
Life is with such all beer and skittles.
They are not difficult to please
About their victuals.

Charles Stuart Calverley
Forever; 't is a single word!
Our rude forefathers deemed it two:
Can you imagine so absurd
A view?

Charles Stuart Calverley
The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

Charles Stuart Calverley
How Eugene Aram, though a thief, a liar, and a murderer,
Yet, being intellectual, was amongst the noblest of mankind.

Charles Stuart Calverley
O my own, my beautiful, my blue-eyed!
To be young once more and bite my thumb
At the world and all its cares with you, I'd
Give no inconsiderable sum.

Charles Stuart Calverley
Now the "rosy morn appearing"
Floods with light the dazzled heaven;
And the schoolboy groans on hearing
That eternal clock strike seven:-
Now the waggoner is driving
Towards the fields his clattering wain;
Now the bluebottle, reviving,
Buzzes down his native pane.

Charles Stuart Calverley
The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees...

Charles Stuart Calverley
But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

Charles Stuart Calverley
Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy.

Charles Stuart Calverley
But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny...

Charles Stuart Calverley