They go.”
Calverley’s exhilarating volume, by the way, is not all parody; many of its numbers are original expressions of as pure fun, capitally expressed, as mirth ever conceived or art wove into verse.
Jean Ingelow is not altogether artificial. Occasionally she writes a terse truth:
“One striking with a pickaxe thinks the shock
Shall move the seat of God”;
or falls into a simple, unaffected strain:
“Far better in its place the lowliest bird
Should sing aright to Him the lowliest song,
Than that a seraph strayed should take the word
And sing His glory wrong.”