Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл)

The Enthusiast

  The Major, till the paper comes,
    Is by a hundred fidgets shaken;
  Upon the tablecloth he drums,
    Condemns the toast, pooh-poohs the bacon:
  But when at last the boy arrives,
    Not his to scan the market prices;
  Though liner sinks or palace burns,
  The Major lives by rule, and turns
    To cricket first, and then the crisis.

  Though getting grey and rather stiff,
    The Major loves a long day's outing,
  And gives a military sniff
    When lads complain of lengthy scouting.
  Each summer morn at break of day
    From bed before the lark he tumbles,
  And if the mercury be vile
  There carries nearly half a mile
    The Indian vigour of his grumbles.

  When winter brings its snow and ice,
    As well as divers pains and twinges,
  The Major's language gathers spice,
    And oftentimes his temper singes.
  On Christmas day he oils his bats,
    And, on the crimson hearthrug scoring,
  Through Fancy's slips he cuts the ball,
  Or lifts her over Fancy's wall,
    Till all the ghostly ring is roaring!

  And when at length the day is near
    For Death to bowl the Major's wicket,
  (The Major swears he has no fear
    That Paradise is short of cricket!)
  If in the time of pad and crease
    His soul receives its last advices,
  With final paper on his bed
  I know the Major will be wed
    To cricket first--and then the crisis!

1. Cricket and Cupid
2. Out
3. Dark Blue
4. Quinquaginta Annos Natus
5. Buttered

William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) The Enthusiast ("ONCE, I remember well the day")

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