As you once affected, the
Ode on Music,
Etc. I intend to be one of those heroes
In time ... In time I have come to know Babylon,
My books made my fortune there, a kind of
Ode
On Money.
"Dress me for ten," cried the Duchess,
"Dress me for twenty!" Madam, I never make love,
I told the pretty glove-seller, I buy it
Ready-made.
"Do
you like London, Miss Bronte?"
And after a long pause, very gravely, "Yes
And no." Dress me for ten, dress me for twenty:
Those years upon years of world without event
Save going out to dinner, I and my wife....
On Sunday, sailing through the calm, shining sea
(Neptune was ever my friend, and shall be so),
Isabella, off the Isle of Wight, flung
Herself into the water (from the water-closet)
And was there twenty minutes floating before
The ship's boat even sighted her. 0 my God
What a dream it is! She was found then, floating
On her back, paddling with her hands, and never
Sank at all. In the night, she made fresh attempts
At destruction, and all the first week I wore
A riband about my waist and fixed to hers,
The which always woke me if she moved. Marriage
Is like dipping into a pitcher of snakes
For the chance of an eel. Tennyson perhaps
Found an eel, no one else. Mter my seventh
Novel, it ceased to matter. I sent the boy
