Great night to the Season! 'tis over!
Grey abodes never again are gray;
The subject, the speculator, the sweetheart,
Are scatter'd like swallows away:
There's no one remaining to welcome one,
But my great uncle and companion;
My paramour is washing at Brighton,
My benefactor is cruising at Cowes:
For need of a superior work,
Till Ponto and Wear can get out,
I'll develop provincial delight,
Furthermore, point gigantically for trout.
Great night to the Season!– the halls,
Their changes, and gossipy tidbits about change,
Which surprised the provincial Sir Bobbies,
Furthermore, made all the Clerics look odd:
The breaks, and fights, and goofs,
Perform'd by the Hall and Companions;
The Marquis' persuasive roars,
The Baronet's persuasive ears:
Denouncings of Papists and conspiracies,
Of unfamiliar domain and oats;
Distortions of reasons,
Also, errors of notes.
Great night to the Season!– the structures
Enough to make Inigo debilitated;
The artistic creations, and plasterings, and gildings
Of plaster, and marble, and block;
The requests delightfully mixed,
From affection for impact, into one;
The club-houses just proposed,
The castles just started;
The damnation where the devil, in his brilliance,
Sits gazing at clay and stones,
What's more, scrambles from story to story,
To shake at 12 PM his bones.
Great night to the Season!– the moves,
The fillings of hot little rooms,
The glancings of euphoric looks,
The fancyings of extravagant outfits;
The delights which Style makes obligations,
The praisings of fiddles and woodwinds,
The advantage of taking a gander at marvels,
The monotony of conversing with quiets;
The female diplomatists, organizers
Of matches for Laura and Jane,
The ice of her Ladyship's habits,
The ice of his Lordship's champagne.
Great night to the Season!– the furies
Begun by the heads of the crowd,
The Woman Matilda's new pages,
The Woman Eliza's new melody;
Miss Fennel's macaw, which at Boodle's
Is held to have a comment;
Mrs. Peevish's melodic poodles,
Which bark "Batti' throughout the day;
The horse Sir Araby donned,
As hot and as dark as a coal,
What's more, the Lion his mom imported,
In bearskins and oil, from the Shaft.
Great night to the Season!– the Toso,
So lofty and tall;
Miss Ayton, whose singing was not really good or bad,
What's more, Pasta, divinest of all;
The work futile of the Artful dance,
So tragically insufficient in stars;
The outsiders crowding the Rear entryway,
Breathing out the breath of stogies;
The "loge' where some beneficiary, how murdering,
Environ'd with Exquisites sits,
The flawless one out of her boring,
The senseless ones out of their brains.
Great night to the Season!– the magnificence
That beam'd in the Spanish Bazaar;
Where I bought my heart was to delicate
A card-case,– a pasteboard guitar,–
A container of fragrance,– a support,–
A lithograph'd Riego totally mature,
Whom Extremism drew on an obstacle
That craftsmen may draw him on stone,–
A little display of Seville,–
A snare for crushing flies,–
An exaggeration of the Demon,–
What's more, a look from Miss Sheridan's eyes.
Great night to the Season!– the blossoms
Of the great plant fête,
At the point when boudoirs were stopped for arbors,
Also, the design was not to be late;
At the point when all who had cash and relaxation
Became rustic o'er frosts and wines,
All charmingly working for joy,
All ravenously pining for pines,
What's more, creation of excellent addresses,
What's more, defacing of excellent shows,
What's more, benefiting from sensitive peaches,
What's more, stepping on sensitive toes.
Great night to the Season!– another
Will accompany its trivialities and toys,
Furthermore, hustle away, similar to its sibling,
In daylight, and smell, and clamor,
Will it accompany a rose or a briar?
Will it accompany a gift or revile?
Will its hoods be lower or higher?
Will its ethics be better or more awful?
Will it discover me developed more slender or fatter,
Or then again fonder of wrong or of right,
Or then again wedded,– or covered?– regardless,
Great night to the Season, Goodbye!