Poem wanted: Come boldly on...

Subject: BS: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: GUEST,Murray on Saltspring
Date: 12 Apr 03 - 01:35 AM

Subject: RE: BS: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: katlaughing
Date: 12 Apr 03 - 02:45 AM

Gee, Murray, cat got your tongue? Or are you just being cryptic? **BG**

Going by what you've put in the title, the only thing near it that I could find on google is a religious poem which starts out "come boldly unto Grace... Is that the one you meant?

kat

Subject: ADD: Would Ye Have a Young Virgin
From: nutty
Date: 12 Apr 03 - 10:58 AM

I've found a snippet of a poem but can't find the rest or any more info about it.

Come boldly on! no venom'd snake
Can shelter in so cool a brake.

The phrase is also in the second verse of this song ...........

Would Ye Have a Young Virgin

Lyric by J.C. Pepusch; from Thomas D'Urfey's Wit and Mirth: or, Pills to Purge Melancholy (1719-20).

    Would ye have a young Virgin of fifteen Years,
    You must tickle her Fancy with sweets and dears,
    Ever toying, and playing, and sweetly, sweetly,
    Sing a Love Sonnet, and charm her Ears:
    Wittily, prettily talk her down,
    Chase her, and praise her, if fair or brown,
    Sooth her, and smooth her,
    And teaze her, and please her,
    And touch but her Smicket, and all's your own.

    Do ye fancy a Widow well known in a Man?
    With a front of Assurance come boldly on,
    Let her rest not an Hour, but briskly, briskly,
    Put her in mind how her Time steals on;
    Rattle and prattle although she frown,
    Rowse her, and towse her from Morn to Noon,
    Shew her some Hour y'are able to grapple,
    Then get but her Writings, and all's your own.

    Do ye fancy a Punk of a Humour free,
    That's kept by a Fumbler of Quality,
    You must rail at her Keeper, and tell her, tell her
    Pleasure's best Charm is Variety,
    Swear her much fairer than all the Town,
    Try her, and ply her when Cully's gone,
    Dog her, and jog her,
    And meet her, and treat her,
    And kiss with two Guinea's, and all's your own.

Subject: RE: BS: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 Apr 03 - 11:00 AM

Shucks, Murray, just come boldly on and spit it out.

Subject: RE: BS: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: *daylia*
Date: 12 Apr 03 - 11:09 AM

"...And touch but her Smicket, and all's your own."

Okay, I'll Come boldly on and ask ... what the heck is "her Smicket"???

daylia

Subject: RE: BS: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: GUEST,Murray on Saltspring
Date: 12 Apr 03 - 05:18 PM

Sorry - I must have pressed the wrong button. Anyway, it's that venomed snake I'm after. All I remember is

Come boldly on, no venomed snake

Could shelter in so cool a brake;

Child of the sun, he loves to lie

Mid nature's ruins, parched and dry,

Or round some tomb his scales to wreathe,

Fit warden of the gate of death.

No see if I press the right button...

Subject: ADD: AN EVENING WALK IN BENGAL (poem)
From: nutty
Date: 13 Apr 03 - 03:30 AM

It took some finding but here it is ..............


AN EVENING WALK IN BENGAL
by Reginald Heber

Our task is done! on Gunga's breast
The sun is sinking down to rest;
And, moored beneath the tamarind bough,
Our bark has found its harbour now.
With furled sail and painted side
Behold the tiny frigate ride.
Upon her deck, 'mid charcoal gleams,
The Moslem's savoury supper steams;
While all apart, beneath the wood,
The Hindoo cooks his simpler food.

Come walk with me the jungle through.
If yonder hunter told us true,
Far off, in desert dank and rude,
The tiger holds its solitude;
Nor (taught by recent harm to shun
The thunders of the English gun)
A dreadful guest but rarely seen,
Returns to scare the village green.
Come boldly on! no venom'd snake
Can shelter in so cool a brake.
Child of the Sun! he loves to lie
'Midst Nature's embers, parch'd and dry,
Where o'er some tower in ruin laid,
The peepul spreads its haunted shade;
Or round a tomb his scales to wreathe
Fit warder in the gate of Death.
Come on! yet pause! Behold us now
Beneath the bamboo's arched bough,
Where, gemming oft that sacred gloom
Glows the geranium's scarlet bloom
And winds our path through many a bower
Of fragrant tree and giant flower;
The ceiba's crimson pomp displayed
O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade,
And dusk anana's prickly glade;
While o'er the brake, so wild and fair
The betel waves his crest in air.
With pendant train and rushing wings
Aloft the gorgeous peacock springs;
And he, the bird of hundred dyes
Whose plumes the dames of Ava prize.
So rich a shade, so green a sod
Our English fairies never trod!
Yet who in Indian bowers has stood,
But thought on England's "good green wood!"
And bless'd, beneath the palmy shade,
Her hazel and her hawthorn glade,
And breath'd a prayer, (how oft in vain!)
To gaze upon her oaks again?
50 A truce to thought,--the jackall's cry
Resounds like sylvan revelry;
And through the trees yon failing ray
Will scantly serve to guide our way.
Yet mark, as fade the upper skies,
Each thicket opes ten thousand eyes.
Before, beside us, and above,
The fire-fly lights his lamp of love,
Retreating, chasing, sinking, soaring
The darkness of the copse exploring,
While to this cooler air confest,
The broad Dhatura bares her breast,
Of fragrant scent and virgin white,
A pearl around the locks of night!
Still as we pass, in softened hum
Along the breezy alleys come
The village song, the horn, the drum.
Still as we pass, from bush and briar,
The shrill Cigala strikes his lyre;
And, what is she whose liquid strain
Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane?
I know that soul-entrancing swell,
It is--it must be--Philomel!
Enough, enough, the rustling trees
Announce a shower upon the breeze,
The flashes of the summer sky
Assume a deeper, ruddier dye;
Yon lamp that trembles on the stream,
From forth our cabin sheds its beam;
And we must early sleep, to find
Betimes the morning's healthy wind.
But oh! with thankful hearts confess
E'en here there may be happiness;
And He, the bounteous Sire, has given

Subject: RE: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: Cluin
Date: 13 Apr 03 - 06:07 AM

Ah daylia, her Smicket must be approached only after many laborious sweet preparations (after a fine dinner, probably with wine), and then but slowly and tenderly at first, until it surrenders fully and desperately to the touch at the proper time, when it should be held firmly and caressed with liberal...

What? That's NOT the Smicket??!!!


Never mind...

Subject: RE: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: GUEST
Date: 13 Apr 03 - 11:57 PM

Nutty!
1000 thanks, that's the very thing, though I don't recall it being as long. Where did you find it? - I assume that's THE Heber, of hymn-writing fame?
BTW to stop any misgivings about a smicket, it's actually a variant of "smock", so means that, or a dress in general.

Subject: RE: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: katlaughing
Date: 14 Apr 03 - 02:12 AM

Well done, Nutty!! Wonderful poem!!

Subject: RE: Poem wanted: Come boldly on...
From: nutty
Date: 14 Apr 03 - 03:13 AM

Found with the assistance of a new search engine .......

www.teoma.com

It is a serious rival for Google particularly as far as lyrics and literature are concerned.