Miscellaneous Moods in Verse: One Hundred and One Poems With Illustrations

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Welsh Rabbits In ancient times Welsh Rabbits were Both pliable and tough. No dainty Feeders ate them then But Men of the right Stuff,— Men of the right Stuff, my Boys, Men who loved Good Cheer, Who ate until they'd had enough And washed all down with Beer. chapter{Section 4XII. When pleasant dreams by Horrors are replaced, And Love once warm seems cold, or fled in haste; When longed-for Sleep has fled, and longed-for Day With sluggard steps makes too prolonged delay; When Conscience summing up the long list of my Most conscientiously again the list begins; My mind in desperation cries,—"At last I have it!" And straightway lays the blame on—"That Welsh- Rabbit." You'll be remembered, never fear By men on earth who loved good cheer, Shades of Welsh-Rabbits dead and gone Will nightly sit your grave upon, And lightly sit,—for thin as air Shades make for Ghosts substantial fare; And also by the Moon's pale beam Foaming mugs of Ale will gleam. For know,—that sure as Cheese is Cheese— What pleased on Earth, in Heaven will please. chapter{Section 5 Libations In the time of the Ancients So all poets sing, Wine they poured over altars Or any old thing; 'Twas a horrible waste Of good stuff I should say, So I always keep mine To moisten my clay. The preachers all tell us,— But why I can't say— That the pleasantest things We had best throw away;— Among them Libations. To this I must say I prefer keeping mine To moisten my clay. In Libations be modest, For theGood Book doth say That old Father Noah, Too fond of display, Undismayed by one Deluge, Invented a way, Not only to moisten But deluge his clay. A Thirst is most precious. 'Tis the nature of Clay To become dry as dust And like dust blow away. How to quench, ye...