‘Why do you this?’ The devil raised his head;
‘Churches and courts I’ve built enough,’ he said.
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The realm of Common Sense, and youMade promise and considered notBecause you strike a random blowAt what you do not understand,And beckon with a friendly handTo something that you do not know,I hold no speech of your desert,Nor answer with porrected shieldThe wooden weapon that you wield,But meet you with a cast of dirt.Dispute with…
So, Estee, you are still alive! I thought
I know at least your coffin once was boughtWith Railroad money; and ’twas said by mostHistorians that Stanford made a boastThe seller ‘threw you in.’ That goes for naughtMan takes delight in fancy’s fine inventions,And woman too, ’tis said, if they are French ones.Do you remember, Estee-ah, ’twas longAnd long ago!-how fierce you grew and…
Running for Senator with clumsy pace,
That Fortune, tempted by a mark so droll,Sprang in an kicked him to the winning pole.
Cried Allen Forman: ‘Doctor, pray
O what may be my chances, say,Of living all my life?‘For lately I have dreamed of highAnd hempen dissolution!O doctor, doctor, how can IAmend my constitution?’The learned leech replied: ‘You’re youngAnd beautiful and strongPermit me to inspect your tongue:H’m, ah, ahem!-’tis long.’
‘I’ve found the secret of your charm,’ I said,
Alas! the charm, even as I named it, fled,For all its secret was unconsciousness.
Time was the local poets sang their songs
I snapped about their shins. Though mild the strokeBards, like the conies, are ‘a feeble folk,’Fearing all noises but the one they makeThemselves-at which all other mortals quake.Now from their cracked and disobedient throats,Like rats from sewers scampering, their notesPour forth to move, where’er the season serves,If not our legs to dance, at least our…