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Poems, by Jane Austen.
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Some in jest, some to celebrate a family occasion, some accompany a gift - but Ode to Pity, it's mystical.
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Table of contents
Happy the Lab'rer
I've a Pain in my Head
Miss Lloyd Has Now Went to Miss Green
Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy
Ode to Pity
Of a Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean
Oh! Mr Best You're Very Bad
See They Come, Post Haste from Thanet
This Little Bag
To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died Decr 16 – My Birthday.
When Stretched on One's Bed
When Winchester Races
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Happy the Lab'rer
"In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darned hose,
"And hat upon his head, to church he goes;
"As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws
"A glance upon the ample cabbage rose
"That, stuck in button-hole, regales his nose,
"He envies not the gayest London beaux.
"In church he takes his seat among the rows,
"Pays to the place the reverence he owes,
"Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows,
"Lists to the sermon in a softening doze,
"And rouses joyous at the welcome close."
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I've a Pain in my Head
"Said Miss Beckford,
"'Suppose if you think there's no risk,
"I take a good dose
"Of calomel brisk.' —
"'What a praise worthy notion.'
"Replied Mr. Newnham.
"'You shall have such a potion
"And so will I too Ma’am.'"
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Miss Lloyd Has Now Went to Miss Green
"Miss Lloyd must in mourning appear
"For the death of a relative dear —
"Miss Lloyd must expect to receive
"This license to mourn and to grieve,"
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Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
"If thus her mind to be defined
"America exhausts,
"And all that's grand in that great land
"In similes it costs —
"Oh how can I her person try
"To image and portray?
"How paint the face, the form how trace,
"In which those virtues lay?"
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My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy
"A native fault may thus give birth
"To the best blessing, conscious worth."
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Ode to Pity
"Ever musing I delight to tread
"The paths of honour and the myrtle grove
"Whilst the pale moon her beams doth shed
"On disappointed love.
"While Philomel on airy hawthorn bush
"Sings sweet and melancholy,
"And the thrush converses with the dove.
"Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
"Sweetly noisy falls the silent stream —
"The moon emerges from behind a cloud
"And darts upon the myrtle grove her beam.
"Ah! then what lovely scenes appear,
"The hut, the cot, the grot, and chapel queer,
"And eke the abbey too a mouldering heap,
"Concealed by aged pines her head doth rear
"And quite invisible doth take a peep."
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Of a Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean
"That they, too, may suffer themselves, soon or late,
"The injustice they warrant.
"But vain is my spite
"They cannot so suffer who never do right."
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Oh! Mr Best You're Very Bad
"It is your duty Mr Best
"To give your health repair.
"Vain else your Richard's pills will be,
"And vain your consort's care.
"But yet a nobler duty calls
"You now towards the North.
"Arise ennobled — as
"Escort of Martha Lloyd stand forth.
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See They Come, Post Haste from Thanet
"Run, my brothers, to the pier gate!
"Throw it open, very wide!
"Let it not be said that we're late
"In welcoming my uncle's bride!"
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This Little Bag
"This little bag I hope will prove
"To be not vainly made —
"For, if you should a needle want
"It will afford you aid."
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To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died Decr 16 – My Birthday.
"The day, commemorative of my birth
"Bestowing life and light and hope on me,
"Brings back the hour which was thy last on earth.
"Oh! bitter pang of torturing memory! —"
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When Stretched on One's Bed
"When stretched on one's bed
"With a fierce-throbbing head,
"Which precludes alike thought or repose,
"How little one cares For the grandest affairs
"That may busy the world as it goes!"
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"Our own bodily pains
"Every faculty chains;
"We can feel on no subject besides.
"Tis in health and in ease
"We the power must seize
"For our friends and our souls to provide."
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When Winchester Races
"When Winchester races first took their beginning
"It is said the good people forgot their old saint
"Not applying at all for the leave of Saint Swithin
"And that William of Wykeham's approval was faint."
"But when the old saint was informed of these doings
"He made but one spring from his shrine to the roof
"Of the palace which now lies so sadly in ruins
"And then he addressed them all standing aloof."
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"These races and revels and dissolute measures
"With which you're debasing a neighbouring plain
"Let them stand — you shall meet with your curse in your pleasures
"Set off for your course, I'll pursue with my rain.
"Ye cannot but know my command o'er July
"Henceforward I'll triumph in showing my powers
"Shift your race as you will it shall never be dry
"The curse upon Venta is July in showers —'."
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August 20, 2021 - August 21, 2021.
Poems
by Jane Austen
Kindle Edition, 17 pages
Published July 9th 2015
by Jane Austen
ASIN:- B011AS3JGW
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Poems Of Jane Austen,
A Classic Collection Book
by Debbie Brewer (Goodreads Author)
Paperback, 74 pages
Published June 29th 2019 by Lulu.com
ISBN0244797641
(ISBN13: 9780244797645)
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