COME, come, I am very Disposed to be merry -- So hey! for a wherry I beckon and ball! 'Tis dry, not a damp night, And pleasure will tramp light To music and lamp light At shining Vauxhall! Ay, here's the dark portal -- The check-taking mortal I pass, and turn short all At once on the blaze -- Names famous in story, Lit up @3con amore,@1 All flaming in glory, Distracting the gaze! Oh @3my@1 name lies fallow -- Fame never will hallow In red light and yellow Poetical toil -- I've long tried to write up My name, and take flight up; But ink will not light up Like cotton and oil! But sad thoughts, keep under! -- The painted Rotund@3er@1 Invites me. I wonder Who's singing so clear? 'Tis Sinclair, high-flying, Scotch ditties supplying; But some hearts are sighing For Dignum, I fear! How bright is the lustre, How thick the folks muster, And eagerly cluster, On bench and in box, -- Whilst Povey is waking Sweet sounds, or the taking Kate Stephens is shaking Her voice and her locks! What clapping attends her! -- The white doe befriends her -- How Braham attends her Away by the hand, For Love to succeed her; The Signor doth heed her, And sigheth to lead her Instead of the band! Then out we all sally -- Time's ripe for the Ballet, Like bees they all rally Before the machine! -- But I am for tracing The bright walks and facing The groups that are pacing To see and be seen. How motely they mingle -- What men might one single, And names that would tingle Or tickle the ear -- Fresh Chinese contrivers Of letters -- survivors Of pawnbrokers -- divers Beau Tibbses appear! Such little and great men, And civic and state men -- Collectors and rate-men -- How pleasant to nod To friends -- to note fashions, To make speculations On people and passions -- To laugh at the odd! To sup on true slices Of ham -- with fair prices For foul -- while cool ices And liquors abound -- To see Blackmore wander, A small salamander, Adown the rope yonder, And light on the ground! Oh, the fireworks are splendid; But darkness is blended -- Bright things are soon ended, Fade quickly and fall! There goes the last rocket! -- Some cash out of pocket, By stars in the socket, I go from Vauxhall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 7. SUPREME SURRENDER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD MONOTONOUS VARIETY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |