Spenserian Stanzas on Charles Armitage Brown

He is to weet a melancholy Carle:

      Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,

      As hath the seeded thistle when in parle

      It holds the Zephyr, ere it sendeth fair

      Its light balloons into the summer air;

      There to his beard had not begun to bloom,

      No brush had touch'd his chin, or razor sheer;

      No care had touched his cheek with mortal doom,

But new he was, and bright, as scarf from Persian loom.

Ne cared he for wine, or half-and-half;

      Ne cared he for fish, or flesh, or fowl;

      And sauces held he worthless as the chaff;

      He 's deigned the swineherd at the wassail bowl;

      Ne with lewd ribbalds sat he cheek by jowl;

      Ne with sly Lemans in the scorner's chair;

      But after water-brooks this Pilgrim's soul

      Panted, and all his food was woodland air;

Though he would oft-times feast on gilliflowers rare.

The slang of cities in no wise he knew;

      Tipping the wink to him was heathen Greek;

      He sipp'd no 'olden Tom,' or 'ruin blue,'

      Or Nautz, or cherry-brandy, drunk full meek

      By many a Damsel hoarse, and rouge of cheek;

      Nor did he know each aged Watchman's beat,

      Nor in obscured purlieus would he seek

      For curled Jewesses, with ankles neat,

Who, as they walk abroad, make tinkling with their feet.