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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Juggling Jerry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:<br>By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage.<br>It's nigh my last above the daisies:<br>My next leaf'll be man's blank page.<br>Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying:<br>Juggler, constable, king, must bow.<br>One that outjuggles all's been spying<br>Long to have me, and he has me now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've travelled times to this old common:<br>Often we've hung our pots in the gorse.<br>We've had a stirring life, old woman!<br>You, and I, and the old grey horse.<br>Races, and fairs, and royal occasions,<br>Found us coming to their call:<br>Now they'll miss us at our stations:<br>There's a Juggler outjuggles all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up goes the lark, as if all were jolly!<br>Over the duck-pond the willow shakes.<br>Easy to think that grieving's folly,<br>When the hand's firm as driven stakes!<br>Ay, when we're strong, and braced, and manful,<br>Life's a sweet fiddle: but we're a batch<br>Born to become the Great Juggler's han'ful:<br>Balls he shies up, and is safe to catch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's where the lads of the village cricket:<br>I was a lad not wide from here:<br>Couldn't I whip off the bale from the wicket?<br>Like an old world those days appear!<br>Donkey, sheep, geese, and thatch'd ale-house--I know them!<br>They are old friends of my halts, and seem,<br>Somehow, as if kind thanks I owe them:<br>Juggling don't hinder the heart's esteem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Juggling's no sin, for we must have victual:<br>Nature allows us to bait for the fool.<br>Holding one's own makes us juggle no little;<br>But, to increase it, hard juggling's the rule.<br>You that are sneering at my profession,<br>Haven't you juggled a vast amount?<br>There's the Prime Minister, in one Session,<br>Juggles more games than my sins'll count.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've murdered insects with mock thunder:<br>Conscience, for that, in men don't quail.<br>I've made bread from the bump of wonder:<br>That's my business, and there's my tale.<br>Fashion and rank all praised the professor:<br>Ay! and I've had my smile from the Queen:<br>Bravo, Jerry! she meant: God bless her!<br>Ain't this a sermon on that scene?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've studied men from my topsy-turvy<br>Close, and, I reckon, rather true.<br>Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy:<br>Most, a dash between the two.<br>But it's a woman, old girl, that makes me<br>Think more kindly of the race:<br>And it's a woman, old girl, that shakes me<br>When the Great Juggler I must face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We two were married, due and legal:<br>Honest we've lived since we've been one.<br>Lord! I could then jump like an eagle:<br>You danced bright as a bit o' the sun.<br>Birds in a May-bush we were! right merry!<br>All night we kiss'd, we juggled all day.<br>Joy was the heart of Juggling Jerry!<br>Now from his old girl he's juggled away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's past parsons to console us:<br>No, nor no doctor fetch for me:<br>I can die without my bolus;<br>Two of a trade, lass, never agree!<br>Parson and Doctor!--don't they love rarely<br>Fighting the devil in other men's fields!<br>Stand up yourself and match him fairly:<br>Then see how the rascal yields!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, lass, have lived no gipsy, flaunting<br>Finery while his poor helpmate grubs:<br>Coin I've stored, and you won't be wanting:<br>You shan't beg from the troughs and tubs.<br>Nobly you've stuck to me, though in his kitchen<br>Many a Marquis would hail you Cook!<br>Palaces you could have ruled and grown rich in,<br>But your old Jerry you never forsook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hand up the chirper! ripe ale winks in it;<br>Let's have comfort and be at peace.<br>Once a stout draught made me light as a linnet.<br>Cheer up! the Lord must have his lease.<br>May be--for none see in that black hollow--<br>It's just a place where we're held in pawn,<br>And, when the Great Juggler makes as to swallow,<br>It's just the sword-trick--I ain't quite gone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yonder came smells of the gorse, so nutty,<br>Gold-like and warm: it's the prime of May.<br>Better than mortar, brick and putty<br>Is God's house on a blowing day.<br>Lean me more up the mound; now I feel it:<br>All the old heath-smells! Ain't it strange?<br>There's the world laughing, as if to conceal it,<br>But He's by us, juggling the change.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mind it well, by the sea-beach lying,<br>Once--it's long gone--when two gulls we beheld,<br>Which, as the moon got up, were flying<br>Down a big wave that sparked and swell'd.<br>Crack, went a gun: one fell: the second<br>Wheeled round him twice, and was off for new luck:<br>There in the dark her white wing beckon'd:--<br>Drop me a kiss--I'm the bird dead-struck!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage.
It's nigh my last above the daisies:
My next leaf'll be man's blank page.
Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying:
Juggler, constable, king, must bow.
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