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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426338" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pastoral Dialogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DERMOT, SHEELAH</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight;<br>Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight;<br>While each with stubbed knife removed the roots,<br>That raised between the stones their daily shoots;<br>As at their work they sate in counterview,<br>With mutual beauty smit, their passion grew.<br>Sing, heavenly Muse, in sweetly flowing strain,<br>The soft endearments of the nymph and swain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DERMOT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My love to Sheelah is more firmly fixt,<br>Than strongest weeds that grow those stones betwixt;<br>My spud these nettles from the stones can part;<br>No knife so keen to weed thee from my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SHEELAH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My love for gentle Dermot faster grows,<br>Than yon tall dock that rises to thy nose.<br>Cut down the dock, 'twill sprout again; but, O!<br>Love rooted out, again will never grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DERMOT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No more that brier thy tender leg shall rake:<br>(I spare the thistles for Sir Arthur's sake)<br>Sharp are the stones; take thou this rushy mat;<br>The hardest bum will bruise with sitting squat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SHEELAH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy breeches, torn behind, stand gaping wide;<br>This petticoat shall save thy dear backside;<br>Nor need I blush; although you feel it wet,<br>Dermot, I vow, 'tis nothing else but sweat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DERMOT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At an old stubborn root I chanced to tug,<br>When the Dean threw me this tobacco-plug;<br>A longer ha'p'orth never did I see;<br>This, dearest Sheelah, thou shall share with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SHEELAH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In at the pantry door, this morn I slipt,<br>And from the shelf a charming crust I whipt:<br>Dennis was out, and I got hither safe;<br>And thou, my dear, shall have the bigger half.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DERMOT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When you saw Tady at long bullets play,<br>You sate and loused him all a sunshine day:<br>How could you, Sheelah, listen to his tales,<br>Or crack such lice as his between your nails?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SHEELAH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When you with Oonah stood behind a ditch,<br>I peep'd, and saw you kiss the dirty bitch;<br>Dermot, how could you touch these nasty sluts?<br>I almost wish'd this spud were in your guts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DERMOT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If Oonah once I kiss'd, forbear to chide;<br>Her aunt's my gossip by my father's side:<br>But, if I ever touch her lips again,<br>May I be doom'd for life to weed in rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SHEELAH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dermot, I swear, though Tady's locks could hold<br>Ten thousand lice, and every louse was gold;<br>Him on my lap you never more shall see;<br>Or may I lose my weeding knife—and thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DERMOT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O, could I earn for thee, my lovely lass,<br>A pair of brogues to bear thee dry to mass!<br>But see, where Norah with the sowins comes—<br>Then let us rise, and rest our weary bums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Swift">Jonathan Swift</a><div class=q>
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A Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight;
Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight;
While each with stubbed knife removed the roots,
That raised between the stones their daily shoots;
As at their work they sate in countervi..."></div>
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