The Aristocrat
The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away)
They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,
And fairy scenes, and fearful feats that none but he can do;
The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away)
They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,
And fairy scenes, and fearful feats that none but he can do;
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and...
The sun was black with judgment, and the moon Blood: but betweenI saw a man stand, saying: 'To me at least The grass is green
'There was no star that I forgot to fear With love and wonder
The birds have loved me'; but no answer came — On...
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink
Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak
The modest vegetarians ought to stick to wine or beer, plain vegetable drinks, instead of filling their goblets with ...
After one moment when I bowed my head And the whole world turned over and came upright, And I came out where the old road shone white, I walked the ways and heard what all men said, Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed, Being not unlovabl...
John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt,
Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate's knee; (For so the eternal strife must rage Between the spirit of the age And Dogma, which, as is well known,
D...
There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray, Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth
There is one blasphemy: for death to pray, For God alone knoweth the praise of death
There is one creed: ’’neath no world-terror’s wing Apples forget to gr...
When fishes flew and forests
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;
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The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine;
The men that worked for
They have their graves at home:
And bees and birds of
About the cross can roam
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's first golden cup
In swift devouring ecstasy Each toil in turn was done;
I had done lying on the lawn Three minutes after one
The Rev
Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may have been devoured by the natives, as there has been a considerable revival of religious customs among the Polynesians
—A real p...