POETRY OLD AND NEW.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLV, Issue 13766, 3 June 1908, Page 9

POETRY OLD AND NEW.

LOVE-MAKING IN PADDY'S LAND. " Ah. then, who is that there talkin''?" " Sure it's only me, ye know. I was thinkin' we'd go walkiu' —" " Wor ye raly thinkin' so?" " Ocli, ye needn' be so cruel.. And me thrut.l**ed this given mile—" \ "I* it cruel. /Michael, jewel-' Sure I'm dr'essin' all the while!" ACTOR AND MAN. Out of the playhouse door last night. I came entranced away, And in a dream of song and light I wandered all the day. There was a gallant lad in there. A braver lad than I; flow nobly on grey boards and bare lie challenges the sky. Ah. night by night he does the same With answers gay and bold, I cannot think he plays the game For aught so base as gold. To-day the theatre's glory fleets Reddening upon the sky--■ And last night's hero walks the streets, Mo braver now than 1. A.K.H. THE WELL-LIVED DAY. Let me to-day do something that shall lake A little sadness from the world's vast store, And may I be so favoured as to make Of joy's too scanty tain a little more. Let me not hurt by any selfish deed. Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would' I pass, unseeing, worthy need, Or sin by silence when 1 should defend. However meagre by my worldly wealth, Let me give something that shall aid my kind— A word of courage, or a thought of health, •Dropped as i puss for troubled hearts to find. - Let me to-night look back across the span "fwixfc dawn and dark, and to my conscience say— Because of some good act to beast or man— "The world is better that 1 lived to-day." KILLED IX THE OPEN. Pull 'im an' worry 'im! I'oo-ll 'im an' worry i im! Wanderer. Wisdom an' Watchman an' all!— Thowt 'e 'd a-beatcu me over the plough; Lifted 'em onto 'im. clever knows how; I 'ad the run of 'im; i 'ad the fun of 'im; Lorst 'im an' coursed 'im an'—look at 'im. now! Eighty-live minnits, an' well it may be: Biggest ole dog-fox what ever I see! Ah, the ole plunderer! Alt. the ole blunderer! Nobody up but the Master an' me!— Poo-ll 'im an' worry Talli-'o!—Talli-'o! Romulus, Rhymer, an' Ringwood an' all! Pull 'im an' worry 'im! Poo-ll 'im an' worry 'im! Dancer an' Dexter an' Dryden an' all!— Think of 'is lordship be-ind in the drain; Think of the tommy-tits ridin' the lane; We'll 'ave the laugh of 'em; We'll 'ave the chaff of 'em; Swankui' an' clankin' an'—not seen again! Fourteen-mile point, Sir, as near as can be; . Pity the man that's gone 'ome to 'is tea! Ah, the ole wheezy ones! An. the ole greasy ones! Nobody up but the Master an' me!— Poo-ll 'im an' worry 'imTalli-'o!— Ganymede. Gamester, an' Guardsman an' all! Pull "im an' worry 'im! Poo-11 'im an' worry 'im! Paladin, Pilot, an' Pilgrim an' all!-- . Think of 'em rowstin' "im out by the mill; i Think of 'em screamin' up over the 'ill; They'd 'ave a seet of 'im; They'd 'ave the meat of 'im; ; . ; Stoopin' an' swoopin' an'look at im still! Runnin" like smoke since a quarter to three; Gamiest gallopers ever I see! Lor", 'ow they sung to it! Lor', 'ow they clung to it! Nobody up but the Master an' me!— Poo-11 'im an' worry 'im!—Talli-'o! Rifleman, Roland,, an' Raglan an' all! —Punch.