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Aye you’re a man that ! ye old mesmerizerTyin’ your meanin’ in seventy swadelin’s,One must of needs be a hang’d early riserTo catch you at worm turning. Holy Odd’s body-kins! ‘Cat’s i’ the water butt!’ Thought’s in your verse-barrel,Tell us…
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogsI am compelled to concludeThat man is the superior animal. When I consider the curious habits of manI confess, my friend, I am puzzled.
These tales of old disguisings, are they notStrange myths of souls that found themselves amongUnwonted folk that spake an hostile tongue,Some soul from all the rest who’d not forgotThe star-span acres of a former lotWhere boundless mid the clouds his…
A poor clerk I, ‘Arnaut the less’ they call me,And because I have small mind to sitDay long, long day cooped on a stoolA-jumbling o’ figures for Maitre Jacques Polin,I ha’ taken to rambling the South here. The Vicomte of…
M. Pom-POM allait en guerrePer vendere cannoniMon beau grand frèreNe peut plus voirPer vendere cannoni. M. Pom-POM est au sénatPer vendere cannoniPour vendre des canonsPour vendre des canonsTo sell the god damn’d frogsA few more canon,
The rustling of the silk is discontinued,Dust drifts over the court-yard,There is no sound of foot-fall, and the leavesScurry into heaps and lie still,And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the…
The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.The mauve and greenish souls of the little MillwinsWere seen lying along the upper seatsLike so many unused boas. The turbulent and undisciplined host of art students-The rigorous deputation from ‘Slade’-Was before them. With…
AgathasFour and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days,All of whom she refused;And now she turns to me seeking love,And her hair also is turning. Young LadyI have fed your lar with poppies,I have adored you for three full…
Lady of rich allure,Queen of the spring’s embrace,Your arms are long like boughs of ash,Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure,Breath of the poppy flower,All the wood thy bower And the hills thy dwelling-place. This will I no…