Aaron Hill ( 10 of 20 )
Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
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Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.
Just as the felon condemn'd to die--
With a very natural loathing--
Leaving the sheriff to dream read more
Just as the felon condemn'd to die--
With a very natural loathing--
Leaving the sheriff to dream of ropes,
From his gloomy cell in a vision elopes,
To caper on sunny greens and slopes,
Instead of the dance upon nothing.
The mind flies back with a grand recoil
From debts not due till to-morrow.
The mind flies back with a grand recoil
From debts not due till to-morrow.
She was one of those who by fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
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She was one of those who by fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
In her mouth, not a wooden ladle.
At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
But, oh! the love that gold must crown!
But, oh! the love that gold must crown!
The doctors gave her over--to an ass.
The doctors gave her over--to an ass.
"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
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"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who on earth can say I am not pious?"
For man may pious texts repeat,
And yet religion have no inward seat.
For man may pious texts repeat,
And yet religion have no inward seat.
Who backs his rigid Sabbath, so to speak,
Against the wicked remnant of the week."
Who backs his rigid Sabbath, so to speak,
Against the wicked remnant of the week."
