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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396206" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Devil return'd to hell by two,<br>And he stay'd at home till five;<br>When he dined on some homicides done in ragoût,<br>And a rebel or so in an Irish stew,<br>And sausages made of a self-slain Jew--<br>And bethought himself what next to do,<br>'And' quoth he, 'I'll take a drive. <br>I walk'd in the morning, I'll ride to-night;<br>In darkness my children take most delight,<br>And I'll see how my favourites thrive,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And what shall I ride in?' quoth Lucifer then--<br>'If I follow'd my taste, indeed,<br>I should mount in a waggon of wounded men,<br>And smile to see them bleed.<br>But these will be furnish'd again and again,<br>And at present my purpose is speed;<br>To see my manor as much as I may,<br>And watch that no souls shall be poach'd away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have a state-coach at Carlton House,<br>A chariot in Seymour Place; <br>But they're lent to two friends, who make me amends,<br>By driving my favourite pace:<br>And they handle their reins with such a grace,<br>I have something for both at the end of their race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So now for the earth to take my chance:'<br>Then up to the earth sprang he; <br>And making a jump from Moscow to France,<br>He stepp'd across the sea,<br>And rested his hoof on a turnpike road,<br>No very great way from a bishop's abode. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But first as he flew, I forgot to say<br>That he hover'd a moment upon his way,<br>To look upon Leipsic plain;<br>And so sweet to his eye was its sulphury glare,<br>And so soft to his ear was the cry of despair, <br>That he perch'd on a mountain of slain;<br>And he gazed with delight from its growing height,<br>Nor often on earth had he seen such a sight,<br>Nor his work done half as well:<br>For the field ran so red with the blood of the dead, <br>That it blush'd like the waves of hell!<br>Then loudly, and wildly, and long laugh'd he:<br>'Methinks they have here little need of me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the softest note that soothed his ear <br>Was the sound of a widow sighing;<br>And the sweetest sight was the icy tear,<br>Which horror froze in the blue eye clear <br>Of a maid by her lover lying--<br>As round her fell her long fair hair<br>And she look'd to heaven with that frenzied air, <br>Which seem 'd to ask if a God were there!<br>And, stretch'd by the wall of a ruin'd hut,<br>With its hollow cheek, and eyes half shut,<br>A child of famine dying:<br>And the carnage begun, when resistance is done, <br>And the fall of the vainly flying!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the Devil has reach'd our, cliffs so white,<br>And what did he there, I pray?<br>If his eyes were good, he but saw by night<br>What we see every day: <br>But he made a tour, and kept a journal<br>Of all the wondrous sights nocturnal,<br>And he sold it in shares to the Men of the Row,<br>Who bid pretty well--but they cheated him, though!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Devil first saw, as he thought, the Mail, <br>Its coachman and his coat<br>So instead of a pistol he cock'd his tail,<br>And seized him by the throat:<br>'Aha!' quoth he, 'what have we here?<br>'Tis a new barouche, and an ancient peer!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he sat him on his box again,<br>And bade him have no fear,<br>But be true to his club, and stanch to his rein,<br>His brothel, and his beer;<br>'Next to seeing a lord at the council board, <br>I would rather see him here.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Devil gat next to Westminster,<br>And he turn'd to 'the room' of the Commons;<br>But he heard, as he purposed to enter in there,<br>That 'the Lords' had received a summons; <br>And he thought, as a ' quondam aristocrat,'<br>He might peep at the peers, though to hear them were flat;<br>And he walk'd up the house so like one of our own,<br>That they say that he stood pretty near the throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw the Lord Liverpool seemingly wise, <br>The Lord Westmoreland certainly silly,<br>And Johnny of Norfolk - a man of some size--<br>And Chatham, so like his friend Billy;<br>And he saw the tears in Lord Eldon's eyes,<br>Because the Catholics would not rise,<br>In spite of his prayers and his prophecies;<br>And he heard - which set Satan himself a staring--<br>A certain Chief Justice say something like swearing.<br>And the Devil was shock'd - and quoth he, 'I must go,<br>For I find we have much better manners below: <br>If thus he harangues when he passes my border,<br>I shall hint to friend Moloch to call him to order.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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And he stay'd at home till five;
When he dined on some homicides done in ragoût,
And a rebel or so in an Irish stew,
And sausages made of a self-slain Jew--
And bethought himself what next to do,
'And' quoth he,..."></div>
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