William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

London Types: Bus Driver

He's called The General from the brazen craft
And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road
And all its fares; challenged, or chafed, or chaffed,
Back-answers of the newest he'll explode;
He reins his horses with an air; he treats
With scoffing calm whatever powers there be;
He gets it straight, puts a bit on, and meets
His losses with both lip and £ s. d.;
He arrogates a special taste in short;
Is loftily grateful for a flagrant smoke;
At all the smarter housemaids winks his court,
And taps them for half-crowns; being stoney-broke,
Lives lustily; is ever on the make;
And hath, I fear, none other gods but Fake.

1. Echoes. 30. Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams
2. Rhymes and Rhythms. 13. Under a Stagnant Sky
3. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas
4. Rhymes and Rhythms. 23. Here They Trysted, Here They Strayed
5. Rhymes and Rhythms. Epilogue

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