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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ben Nevis: A Dialogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago -- true she had her servants -- but then she had her self. She ought to have hired Sisyphus, -- 'Up the high hill he heaves a huge round -- Mrs. Cameron.' 'Tis said a little conversation took place between the mountain and the Lady. After taking a glass of W[h]iskey as she was tolerably seated at ease she thus began --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mrs. C.<br>Upon my Life Sir Nevis I am pique'd <br>That I have so far panted tugg'd and reek'd<br>To do an honour to your old bald pate<br>And now am sitting on you just to bate,<br>Without your paying me one compliment.<br>Alas 'tis so with all, when our intent<br>Is plain, and in the eye of all Mankind<br>We fair ones show a preference, too blind!<br>You Gentle man immediately turn tail -- <br>O let me then my hapless fate bewail!<br>Ungrateful Baldpate have I not disdain'd<br>The pleasant Valleys -- have I not madbrain'd<br>Deserted all my Pickles and preserves<br>My China closet too -- with wretched Nerves<br>To boot -- say wretched ingrate have I not<br>Le[f]t my soft cushion chair and caudle pot.<br>'Tis true I had no corns -- no! thank the fates<br>My Shoemaker was always Mr. Bates.<br>And if not Mr. Bates why I'm not old!<br>Still dumb ungrateful Nevis -- still so cold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here the Lady took some more w[h]iskey and was putting even more to her lips when she dashed [it] to the Ground for the Mountain began to grumble -- which continued for a few minutes before he thus began, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ben Nevis.<br>What whining bit of tongue and Mouth thus dares<br>Disturb my slumber of a thousand years?<br>Even so long my sleep has been secure --<br>And to be so awakened I'll not endure.<br>Oh pain -- for since the Eagle's earliest scream<br>I've had a dam[n]'d confounded ugly dream,<br>A Nightmare sure. What Madam was it you?<br>It cannot be! My old eyes are not true!<br>Red-Crag, my Spectacles! Now let me see!<br>Good Heavens Lady how the gemini<br>Did you get here? O I shall split my sides!<br>I shall earthquake -----</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mrs. C.<br>Sweet Nevis do not quake, for though I love<br>You[r] honest Countenance all things above<br>Truly I should not like to be convey'd <br>So far into your Bosom -- gentle Maid <br>Loves not too rough a treatment gentle Sir --<br>Pray thee be calm and do not quake nor stir <br>No not a Stone or I shall go in fits--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ben Nevis.<br>I must -- I shall -- I meet not such tid bits --<br>I meet not such sweet creatures every day --<br>By my old night cap night cap night and day <br>I must have one sweet Buss -- I must and shall:<br>Red Crag! -- What Madam can you then repent<br>Of all the toil and vigour you have spent<br>To see Ben Nevis and to touch his nose?<br>Red Crag I say! O I must have them close!<br>Red Crag, there lies beneath my farthest toe<br>A vein of Sulphur -- go dear Red Crag, go--<br>And rub your flinty back against it -- budge!<br>Dear Madam I must kiss you, faith I must!<br>I must Embrace you with my dearest gust!<br>Block-head, d'ye hear -- Block-head I'll make her feel<br>There lies beneath my east leg's northern heel<br>A cave of young earth dragons -- well my boy <br>Go thither quick and so complete my joy<br>Take you a bundle of the largest pines<br>And when the sun on fiercest Phosphor shines<br>Fire them and ram them in the Dragon's nest -- <br>Then will the dragons fry and fizz their best<br>Until ten thousand now no bigger than<br>Poor Al[l]igators -- poor things of one span --<br>Will each one swell to twice ten times the size<br>Of northern whale -- then for the tender prize -- <br>The moment then -- for then will Red Crag rub<br>His flinty back -- and I shall kiss and snub<br>And press my dainty morsel to my breast.<br>Block-head make haste!<br>O Muses weep the rest --<br>The Lady fainted and he thought her dead<br>So pulled the clouds again about his head<br>And went to sleep again -- soon she was rous'd<br>By her affrighted servants -- next day hous'd<br>Safe on the lowly ground she bless'd her fate<br>That fainting fit was not delayed too late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what surprises me above all is how this Lady got down again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</a><div class=q>
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