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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Diabolick!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Byron's governess, May Gray, would come to bed with him at night<br>and 'play tricks with his person'. According to Byron, this 'caused<br>the anticipated melancholy of my thoughts—having anticipated life') .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lay awake, most every night, <br>Tucked in my bed at Aberdeen, <br>And waited for that footstep light, <br>My Governess, my Demon Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was but nine, or ten at most<br>When she climbed underneath my sheet, <br>I heard her breathing in my head<br>Her hands, ice cold about my feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she would whisper soft to me<br>Would play strange tricks to rouse me there, <br>My teeth would chatter in my sleep, <br>Across my face, her perfumed hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lips were red, would seek my mouth<br>And I would gasp to catch each breath, <br>While she would threaten, 'make no sound, <br>Or you may seek the shades of death! '<br> <br>Then she would mount, and raise her gown<br>And smother me beneath her sex, <br>While I would, desperate, look around<br>No Saviour came, no God protects! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother's alcoholic breath<br>Lay snoring in her favourite chair, <br>She called me lame, a little brat, <br>I saw no mother's instinct there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Governess, May Gray abused, <br>And beat me almost every day, <br>What chance had I to live and love<br>With women, in the normal way? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lived, anticipated life<br>Before that I was even ten, <br>And so I rated womankind, <br>I loved and cursed them, even then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So judge me not! My life was filled<br>With scandals that re-crossed my path, <br>And Caroline was most unkind<br>When she composed my epitaph.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wrote the words you know me by<br>Once I had sought to let her go, <br>She sat in silence, scrawled the words, <br>'Mad, bad, and dangerous to know! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">30 May 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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