Frederick Locker-Lampson Poems
- Our Photographs She play'd me false, but that's not why I ...
- On An Old Muff TIME has a magic wand! What is this meets my...
- My Mistress's Boots THEY nearly strike me dumb, And I ...
- The Unrealised Ideal My only Love is always near, In country...
- The Widow's Mite A widow--she had only one! A puny and ...
- A Terrible Infant I recollect a nurse call'd Ann, Who ...
- Picadilly PICCADILLY! Shops, palaces, bustle, and breeze, ...
Frederick Locker-Lampson was an English man of letters, bibliophile and poet.
He was born at Greenwich Hospital. His father, who was Civil Commissioner of the Hospital, was Edward Hawke Locker, youngest son of the Captain William Locker who gave Nelson the memorable advice "to lay a Frenchman close, and beat him." His mother, Eleanor Mary Elizabeth Boucher, was a daughter of the Revd. Jonathan Boucher, vicar of Epsom and friend of George Washington.
After a desultory education, Frederick Locker began life in a colonial broker's office. Soon he obtained a clerkship in Somerset House, whence he was transferred to Lord Haddington's private ... more »
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On An Old Muff
TIME has a magic wand!
What is this meets my hand,
Moth-eaten, moldy, and
Covered with fluff?
Faded, and stiff, and scant;
Can it be? No, it can't--
Yes, I declare, it's Aunt
Years ago, twenty-three,
Old Uncle Doubledee
Gave it to Aunty P.
Laughing and teasing:
'Prue of the breezy curls,
Whisper those solemn churls,
What holds a pretty girl's
Hand without squeezing?'
Uncle was then a lad
Gay, but, I grieve to add,
Sinful, if smoking bad
Baccy's a vice;
Glossy was then this mink
Muff, lined with...