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The Home Book of Verse Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The Home Book of Verse novel. A total of 413 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Home Book of Verse.
Vol. 1.
by Various.
Editor: Burton Egbert Stevenson.
PART IPOEMS
The Home Book of Verse.
Vol. 1.
by Various.
Editor: Burton Egbert Stevenson.
PART IPOEMS OF YOUTH AND AGE
THE HUMAN SEASONS
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his l.u.s.ty Spring, when fancy clear
- 301 What is it we can do for you?Speak out before you die.His face is growing sharp and thin.Alack! our friend is gone.Close up his eyes; tie up his chin; Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new
- 302 ASPECTS OF THE PINES Tall, somber, grim, against the morning sky They rise, scarce touched by melancholy airs, Which stir the fadeless foliage dreamfully, As if from realms of mystical despairs.Tall, somber, grim, they stand with dusky gleams Brightening
- 303 An' down below's the cloty brook Where I did vish with line an' hook, An' beat, in playsome dips and zwims, The foamy stream, wi' white-skinned lim's.An' there my mother nimbly shot Her knitten-needles, as she zot At evenen down below the wide Woak
- 304 Woodman, forbear thy stroke!Cut not its earth-bound ties; O, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies!When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade; In all their gus.h.i.+ng joy Here, too, my sisters played.My mother kissed me here; My father pre
- 305 The hills are white, but not with snow: They are as pale in summer time, For herb or gra.s.s may never grow Upon their slopes of lime.Within the circle of the hills A ring, all flowering in a round, An orchard-ring of almond fills The plot of stony ground
- 306 Here it comes sparkling, And there it lies darkling; Now smoking and frothing Its tumult and wrath in, Till, in this rapid race On which it is bent, It reaches the place Of its steep descent.The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As i
- 307 How still the plains of the waters be!The tide is in his ecstasy; The tide is at his highest height: And it is night.And now from the Vast of the Lord will the waters of sleep Roll in on the souls of men, But who will reveal to our waking ken The forms th
- 308 And though thy loftier brother shall be king, High-priest be thou to Brahma unrevealed, While thy white sanct.i.ty forever sealed In icy silence leaves desire congealed.In ghostly ministrations to the sun, And to the mendicant stars and the moon-nun, Be h
- 309 Robert Herrick [1591-1674]THE CLOUD I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, W
- 310 How glorious is thy girdle, cast O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down!As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam: For, faithful to i
- 311 "IN GREEN OLD GARDENS"In green old gardens, hidden away From sight of revel and sound of strife, Where the bird may sing out his soul ere he die, Nor fears for the night, so he lives his day; Where the high red walls, which are growing gray With their l
- 312 Adventurous joy it was for me!I crept beneath the boughs, and found A circle smooth of mossy ground Beneath a poplar tree.Old garden rose-trees hedged it in, Bedropt with roses waxen-white, Well satisfied with dew and light And careless to be seen.Long ye
- 313 GREEN THINGS GROWING O the green things growing, the green things growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve, Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.O the fluttering and the
- 314 How often have I seen you at a bier, And there look fresh and spruce!You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breath Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.(?) Henry King [1592-1669]ALMOND BLOSSOM Blossom of the almond trees, April's gift to
- 315 Ere a leaf is on a bush, In the time before the thrush Has a thought about her nest, Thou wilt come with half a call, Spreading out thy glossy breast Like a careless Prodigal; Telling tales about the sun, When we've little warmth, or none.Poets, vain
- 316 A FIELD FLOWER There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession s.h.i.+ne; Race after race their honors yield, They
- 317 TO THE DANDELION Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldor
- 318 THE VOICE OF THE GRa.s.s Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; By the dusty roadside, On the sunny hillside, Close by the noisy brook, In every shady nook, I come creeping, creeping everywhere.Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; All round the o
- 319 And so when autumn winds blow late, And whirl the chilly wave, He bows before the common fate, And drops beside his grave.None ever owed him thanks or said "A gift of gracious heaven."Down in the mire he droops his head; Forgotten, not forgiven.
- 320 Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!Whose modest form, so delicately fine, Was nursed in whirling storms And cradled in the winds; Thee, when young Spring first questioned Winter's sway, And dared the st.u.r.dy bl.u.s.terer to the fight, Thee on
- 321 TO VIOLETS Welcome, maids of honor, You do bring In the Spring, And wait upon her.She has virgins many, Fresh and fair; Yet you are More sweet than any.You're the maiden posies, And, so graced, To be placed 'Fore damask roses.Yet, though thus re
- 322 So soon may I follow, When friends.h.i.+ps decay, And from Love's s.h.i.+ning circle The gems drop away.When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, O who would inhabit This bleak world alone?Thomas Moore [1779-1852]THE DEATH OF THE FLOWER
- 323 All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee; All the summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice.Man for thee does sow and plow, Farmer he, and landlord thou!Thou dost innocently enjoy; Nor does thy luxury destroy.The shepher
- 324 THE HOUSEKEEPER The frugal snail, with forecast of repose, Carries his house with him where'er he goes; Peeps out,--and if there comes a shower of rain, Retreats to his small domicile amain.Touch but a tip of him, a horn,--'tis well,-- He curls
- 325 And now mysteriously I seemed to guess, While watching their tumultuous loveliness, What fervor of deep pa.s.sion strangely thrives In the warm richness of these tropic lives, Whose wings can never tremble but they show These hearts of living fire that be
- 326 While the far fields with sunlight overflowed Like golden sh.o.r.es of Fairyland are seen; Again, the suns.h.i.+ne on the shadow springs, And fires the thicket where the Blackbird sings.The woods, the lawn, the peaked Manorhouse, With its peach-covered wa
- 327 Half forgotten that merry air: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; n.o.body knows but my mate and I Where our nest and our nestlings lie.Chee, chee, chee.Summer wanes; the children are grown; Fun and frolic no more he knows; Robert of
- 328 Hamlin Garland [1860- THE CROW With rakish eye and plenished crop, Oblivious of the farmer's gun, Upon the naked ash-tree top The Crow sits basking in the sun.An old unG.o.dly rogue, I wot!For, perched in black against the blue, His feathers, torn wi
- 329 THE HAWKBIT How sweetly on the autumn scene, When haws are red amid the green, The hawkbit s.h.i.+nes with face of cheer, The favorite of the faltering year!When days grow short and nights grow cold, How fairly gleams its eye of gold On pastured field and
- 330 Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird, Which through the darkness of my winter days Warbling of summer suns.h.i.+ne still was heard; Mute is thy song, and vacant is thy place.The spring comes back again, the fields rejoice, Carols of gladness ring fr
- 331 To-night retired, the queen of heaven With young Endymion stays; And now to Hesper it is given Awhile to rule the vacant sky, Till she shall to her lamp supply A stream of brighter rays....Propitious send thy golden ray, Thou purest light above: Let no fa
- 332 BIRD SONG The robin sings of willow-buds, Of snowflakes on the green; The bluebird sings of Mayflowers, The crackling leaves between; The veery has a thousand tales To tell to girl and boy; But the oriole, the oriole, Sings, "Joy! joy! joy!"The
- 333 "Dear bird," I said, "what is thy name?"And thrice the mournful answer came, So faint and far, and yet so near,-- "Pe-wee! pe-wee! peer!"For so I found my forest bird,-- The pewee of the loneliest woods, Sole singer in these
- 334 TO A SKYLARK Up with me! up with me into the clouds!For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds!Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind!I have w
- 335 Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and gra.s.s, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with
- 336 I heard the dream of lovers, as they found At last their hour of bliss, And fear and pain and long suspense were drowned In one heart-healing kiss.I heard the lullaby of babes, that grew To sons and daughters fair; And childhood's angels, singing as
- 337 John Banister Tabb [1845-1909]JOY-MONTH Oh, hark to the brown thrus.h.!.+ hear how he sings!How he pours the dear pain of his gladness!What a gus.h.!.+ and from out what golden springs! What a rage of how sweet madness!And golden the b.u.t.tercup blooms b
- 338 And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath
- 339 And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward. From a boy I wantoned with thy breakers,--they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing f
- 340 THE SEA The sea! the sea! the open sea!The blue, the fresh, the ever free!Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.I'm on the sea! I
- 341 IN OUR BOAT Stars trembling o'er us and sunset before us, Mountains in shadow and forests asleep; Down the dim river we float on forever, Speak not, ah, breathe not--there's peace on the deep.Come not, pale sorrow, flee till to-morrow; Rest soft
- 342 Between these somber purple hills That cool the sunset's molten bars, You will go on as the wind wills, Beneath the river's roof of stars.You will toss onward toward the lights That spangle over the lonely pier, By hamlets glimmering on the heig
- 343 The roof-ribs swarth, the candent hearth, the ruddy lurid row Of smiths that stand, an ardent band, like men before the foe!As, quivering through his fleece of flame, the sailing monster slow Sinks on the anvil--all about, the faces fiery grow: "Hurr
- 344 How's my boy--my boy?"Sydney Dobell [1824-1874]THE LONG WRITE SEAM As I came round the harbor buoy, The lights began to gleam, No wave the land-locked water stirred, The crags were white as cream; And I marked my love by candlelight Sewing her l
- 345 The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen, A darker speck on the ocean green; Sir Ralph, the Rover, walked his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck.He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful
- 346 Set in the Baltic Sea: And the waves have spread The sandy bed That holds my Love from me.Unknown THE FISHER'S WIDOW The boats go out and the boats come in Under the wintry sky; And the rain and foam are white in the wind, And the white gulls cry.She
- 347 Blue gulf all around us, Blue sky overhead-- Muster all on the quarter, We must bury the dead!It is but a Danish sailor, Rugged of front and form; A common son of the forecastle, Grizzled with sun and storm.His name, and the strand he hailed from We know,
- 348 From St. Jago's wealthy port, from Havannah's royal fort, The seaman goes forth without fear; For since that stormy night not a mortal hath had sight Of the flag of the last Buccaneer.Thomas Babington Macaulay [1800-1859]THE LEADSMAN'S SONG
- 349 Alexander Pope [1688-1744]"THRICE HAPPY HE"Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love.O how more sweet is birds' har
- 350 Within my limits, lone and still, The blackbird pipes in artless trill; Fast by my couch, congenial guest, The wren has wove her mossy nest; From busy scenes and brighter skies, To lurk with innocence, she flies, Here hopes in safe repose to dwell, Nor au
- 351 THE CUP The cup I sing is a cup of gold Many and many a century old, Sculptured fair, and over-filled With wine of a generous vintage, spilled In crystal currents and foaming tides All round its luminous, pictured sides.Old Time enameled and embossed This
- 352 Over the broad hill creeps a beam, Like hope that gilds a good man's brow; And now ascends the nostril-steam Of stalwart horses come to plow.Ye rigid plowmen, bear in mind Your labor is for future hours!Advance--spare not--nor look behind-- Plow deep
- 353 THE TABLES TURNED An Evening Scene On The Same Subject Up! up! my friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening
- 354 "A-HUNTING WE WILL GO"From "Don Quixote in England"The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn; The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn.And a-hunting we will go.The wife around her husband throws
- 355 I leave this notice on my door For each accustomed visitor:-- "I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields;-- Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside with Sorrow.-- You with the unpaid bill, Despair,-- You tiresome v
- 356 Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o'er me; Give the face of earth around And the road before me.Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me.Or let autumn fall on me Wher
- 357 THE FOOTPATH WAY The winding road lies white and bare, Heavy in dust that takes the glare; The thirsty hedgerows and parched gra.s.s Dream of a time when no road was.Beyond, the fields are full in view, Heavy in herbage and in dew; The great-eyed kine bro
- 358 I have broadened my hand to the cinch and the axe, I have laid my flesh to the rain; I was hunter and trailer and guide; I have touched the most primitive wildness again.I have threaded the wild with the stealth of the deer, No eagle is freer than I; No m
- 359 Dreaming of potential years When no day shall dawn in fears!That's the Marna of my soul, Wander-bride of mine!Richard Hovey [1864-1900]THE SEA GIPSY I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul i
- 360 But that some Fortunatus' gift Is lying there within his hand, More costly than a pot of pearls, His dullness does not understand.And so his creature heart is filled; His shrunken self goes starved away.Let him wear brand-new garments still, Who has
- 361 Oh, to see the far peak growing Whiter as it climbs to G.o.d!Where the silver streamlet rushes I would follow--follow on Till I heard the happy thrushes Piping lyrics to the dawn.I would hear the wild rejoicing Of the wind-blown cedar tree, Hear the st.u.
- 362 NIGHT FOR ADVENTURES Sometimes when fragrant summer dusk comes in with scent of rose and musk And scatters from their sable husk the stars like yellow grain, Oh, then the ancient longing comes that lures me like a roll of drums To follow where the cricket
- 363 The Home Book of Verse.Vol. 4.by Various.PART IV FAMILIAR VERSE, AND POEMS HUMOROUS AND SATIRIC BALLADE OF THE PRIMITIVE JEST "What did the dark-haired Iberian laugh at before the tall blonde Aryan drove him into the corners of Europe?"--Brande
- 364 And he was kind, and loved to sit In the low hut or garnished cottage, And praise the farmer's homely wit, And share the widow's homelier pottage.At his approach complaint grew mild, And when his hand unbarred the shutter, The clammy lips of Fev
- 365 Then hawking was a n.o.ble sport, And chess a pretty science; And huntsmen learned to blow a morte, And heralds a defiance; And knights and spearmen showed their might, And timid hinds took warning; And hypocras was warmed at night, And coursers in the mo
- 366 MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS She has dancing eyes and ruby lips, Delightful boots--and away she skips They nearly strike me dumb,-- I tremble when they come Pit-a-pat: This palpitation means These Boots are Geraldine's-- Think of that!O, where did hunter
- 367 When Beauty smiles, when Sorrow weeps, Where sunbeams play, where shadows darken, One inmate of our dwelling keeps Its ghastly carnival; but hearken!How dry the rattle of the bones!That sound was not to make you start meant: Stand by! Your humble servant
- 368 They braced my aunt against a board, To make her straight and tall; They laced her up, they starved her down, To make her light and small; They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, They screwed it up with pins;-- Oh, never mortal suffered more In penan
- 369 Yes, we're boys,--always playing with tongue or with pen,-- And I sometimes have asked,--Shall we ever be men?Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay, Till the last dear companion drops smiling away?Then here's to our boyhood, its gol
- 370 Some Melpomene woo, some hold Clio the nearest; You, sweet Comedy--you were ever sweetest and dearest!Nay, it is time to go.When writing your tragic sister Say to that child of woe how sorry I was I missed her.Really, I cannot stay, though "parting i
- 371 Alfred Cochrane [1865- A PORTRAIT In sunny girlhood's vernal life She caused no small sensation, But now the modest English wife To others leaves flirtation.She's young still, lovely, debonair, Although sometimes her features Are clouded by a th
- 372 When did your shoemaker make you, dear, Such a nice pair of Egyptian "threes"?Where were you measured? In Sais, or On, Memphis, or Thebes, or Pelusium?Fitting them neatly your brown toes upon, Lacing them deftly with finger and thumb, I seem to
- 373 Laman Blanchard [1804-1845]MIMNERMUS IN CHURCH You promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will; But sweet, sweet is this human life, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still: Your chilly stars I can forego, This warm kind world
- 374 Too swiftly now the Hours take flight!What's read at morn is dead at night: Scant s.p.a.ce have we for Art's delays, Whose breathless thought so briefly stays, We may not work--ah! would we might!-- With slower pen.Austin Dobson [1840-1921]"
- 375 The ladies of St. James's Go swinging to the play; Their footmen run before them, With a "Stand by! Clear the way!"But Phyllida, my Phyllida!She takes her buckled shoon, When we go out a-courting Beneath the harvest moon.The ladies of St. J
- 376 Ah, but things more than polite Hung on this toy, voyez-vous!Matters of state and of might, Things that great ministers do; Things that, maybe, overthrew Those in whose brains they began; Here was the sign and the cue,-- This was the Pompadour's fan!
- 377 All for her love he found a snare, A maimed poor monk in orders gray; And where's the Queen who willed to slay Buridan, that in a sack must go Afloat down Seine,--a perilous way-- Nay, but where is the last year's snow?Where's that White Qu
- 378 The Norseman Thorkill is brave and fair--""Hus.h.!.+" cried a voice at his shoulder.Walter Thornbury [1828-1876]MISS LOU When thin-strewn memory I look through, I see most clearly poor Miss Loo, Her tabby cat, her cage of birds, Her nose, h
- 379 THE CHAPERON I take my chaperon to the play-- She thinks she's taking me.And the gilded youth who owns the box, A proud young man is he; But how would his young heart be hurt If he could only know That not for his sweet sake I go Nor yet to see the t
- 380 Let it be as it may, Rose kissed me to-day But the pleasure gives way To a savor of sorrow;-- Rose kissed me to-day,-- Will she kiss me to-morrow?Austin Dobson [1840-1921]BIFTEK AUX CHAMPIGNONS Mimi, do you remember-- Don't get behind your fan-- That
- 381 And yet, perhaps, if they were moved, And stood together day by day, Their love had not so constant proved, Nor would they still have smiled so gay.His hand the Shepherd might have kissed The match-box Angel's heart to win; The Shepherdess, his love
- 382 If he speaks of a tax or a duty, If he does not look grand on his knees, If he's blind to a landscape of beauty, Hills, valleys, rocks, waters, and trees, If he dotes not on desolate towers, If he likes not to hear the blast blow, If he knows not the
- 383 For idle mallet, hoop, and ball Upon the lawn were lying; A magazine, a tumbled shawl, Round which the swifts were flying; And, tossed beside the Guelder rose, A heap of rainbow knitting, Where, blinking in her pleased repose, A Persian cat was sitting.&q
- 384 Still had she gazed, but 'midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The Genii of the stream: Their scaly armor's Tyrian hue Through richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam.The hapless Nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first an
- 385 Unhappy Shock! Yet more unhappy fair, Doomed to survive thy joy and only care.Thy wretched fingers now no more shall deck, And tie the favorite ribbon round his neck; No more thy hand shall smooth his glossy hair, And comb the wavings of his pendent ear.L
- 386 'Tis night--Sir Guy has sunk to sleep, The castle keep is hushed and still-- See, up the spiral stairway creep, To work his wicked will, Lord Ma.s.singbert of odious fame, Soft followed by his cut-throat staff; Ah, "Hold" has justified his
- 387 Guvener B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into n.o.body's tater-patch pokes; But John P.Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B.My! aint it terrible? Wut
- 388 Now, see, where, focused on one head, The race's glories s.h.i.+ne: The head gets narrow at the top, But mark the jaw--how fine!Don't call it satyr-like; you'd wound Some scores, whose honest pates The self-same type present, upon The Carab
- 389 William Makepeace Thackeray [1811-1863]KAISER & CO Der Kaiser auf der Vaterland Und Gott on high, all dings gommand; Ve two, ach don'd you understandt?Meinself--und Gott.He reigns in heafen, und always shall, Und mein own embire don'd vas shmall
- 390 Love calls me hence; a favorite cow Expects me near yon barley-mow; And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.To leave you thus might seem unkind; But see, the Goat is just behind."The Goat remarked her pulse was high,
- 391 William Ernest Henley [1849-1903]VILLON'S BALLADE Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life Nay, be you pardoner or cheat, Or cogger keen, or mumper shy, You'll burn your fingers at the feat, And howl like other folks that fry.All evil folks
- 392 Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?Nephews--sons mine.. ah G.o.d, I know not! Well-- She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was!What's done is done, and she is dead bes
- 393 Ye see your state wi' theirs compared, And shudder at the niffer; But cast a moment's fair regard, What maks the mighty differ?Discount what scant occasion gave That purity ye pride in, And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your bette
- 394 Two travelers of such a cast, As o'er Arabia's wilds they pa.s.sed, And on their way in friendly chat, Now talked of this, and then of that, Discoursed awhile, 'mongst other matter, Of the chameleon's form and nature."A stranger animal," cries one,
- 395 THE OWL-CRITIC "Who stuffed that white owl? No one spoke in the shop: The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop; The customers, waiting their turns, were all reading The Daily, the Herald, the Post, little heeding The young man who blurted out such a bl
- 396 Deftly hiding reproof in praise, She cries: "'Tis, indeed, a lovely vaze!"But brief her unworthy triumph when The lofty one from the home of Penn, With the consciousness of two grandpapas, Exclaims: "It is quite a lovely vahs!"And glances round with
- 397 I want to be a worm!"O yesterday of unknown lack!To-day of unknown bliss!I left my fool in red and black, The last I saw was this,-- The creature madly climbing back Into his chrysalis.Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman [1860-1935] SIMILAR CASES There was
- 398 One day, through the primeval wood, A calf walked home, as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do.Since then two hundred years have fled, And, I infer, the calf is dead.But still he left behind his trail, And
- 399 "The Brute that lurks and irks within, How, till you have him gagged and bound, Escape the foulest form of Sin?"(G.o.d in the Garden laughed and frowned)."So vile, so rank, the b.e.s.t.i.a.l mood In which the race is bid to be, It wrecks the Rarer Woma
- 400 Thus Kitty, beautiful and young, And wild as colt untamed, Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung, With little rage inflamed: Inflamed with rage at sad restraint, Which wise mamma ordained; And sorely vexed to play the saint, Whilst wit and beauty reigne