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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426730" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Once More I Put my Bonnet On</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more I put my bonnet on,<br> And tie the ribbons blue,<br> My showy poplin dress I don,<br> That's just as good as new,<br> And smooth and stately as a swan<br> Go sailing to my pew.<br> Once more, Ah! me, how oft, how oft,<br> Shall I the scene repeat?<br> With graceful ease and manner soft<br> I sink into my seat,<br> And round the congregation waft<br> The sense of odors sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A finer form, a fairer face<br> Ne'er bent before the stole,<br> With more restraint, no spotless lace<br> Did firmer orbs control,<br> I shine, the Beauty of the place,<br> And yet I look all soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When to the sinful people round<br> My pitying glances rove<br> The dewy tints of Heaven's profound<br> Seem in my eyes to move,<br> Too sorrowful their hearts to wound,<br> And hardly asking love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And thus for four long years I've sat,<br> My gloves without a crease,<br> For two of them I wore a hat,<br> For one a blue pelisse,<br> When will the wicked know what's what,<br> The weary heart have peace?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My head gear twenty times I've changed,<br> Worn Paris flowers in Spring,<br> Wheat ears in Autumn, re-arranged,<br> Tried birds of every wing,<br> Bade that from Paradise estranged<br> Its lustre o'er me fling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But yet, as &quot;nether millstones&quot; hard<br> The hearts of men appear,<br> Smooth shaved, &quot;or bearded like the pard&quot;<br> They're worse from year to year.<br> My &quot;virtue is its own reward,&quot;<br> I'm sitting single here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Rector's eyes, a brilliant pair,<br> Lit up with love divine,<br> Beaming with inspiration rare,<br> And phrenzy very fine,<br> Like nestling birds from upper air,<br> Would gently droop to mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What could I think, as day by day<br> His gaze more earnest grew,<br> Till half the girls began to say<br> He neither cared nor knew,<br> Though all the Church should go astray<br> If he could save my pew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I read divinity by reams,<br> The Bible got by heart,<br> I studied all the Church's &quot;Schemes,&quot;<br> Prepared to play my part<br> Of Rector's wife, as well beseems<br> A lady of high Art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But, let the truth at once be told,<br> Religion's cause was nought,<br> For Twenty Thousand Pounds in gold<br> The Rector's heart was bought,<br> And I was most completely sold,<br> The Blackbird was not caught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Curate's hair was crisp and brown,<br> His color very high;<br> His ample chest came sloping down,<br> Antinous-like his thigh,<br> Sin shrank before his gathered frown,<br> Peace whispered in his sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So young! I hoped his steps to guide<br> From error's devious way;<br> By bad example sorely tried,<br> I feared the youth might stray;<br> To life's allurements opening wide<br> Become an easy prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I did my best, I watched and prayed,<br> His ardent soul to save,<br> But by the sinful flesh betrayed,<br> What could I do but rave?<br> Ten stone of blonde, in lace arrayed<br> Walked with him down the nave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If Gospel truth must now be told<br> I've selfish grown of late,<br> The Banker next though somewhat old,<br> And limping in his gait,<br> And quite as yellow as his gold,<br> I thought to animate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I'm sure my Note he would have &quot;done&quot;<br> With &quot;two good names&quot; upon it;<br> I do not think he ever run<br> His eye glass o'er my sonnet,<br> Or counted, in the morning sun<br> The feathers in my bonnet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The widowed Judge I next essayed,<br> His orphans kindly viewing,<br> Read Blackstone nearly through 'tis said,<br> All gaudy dress eschewing;<br> But, am I doomed to die a maid?<br> Not yet he comes a wooing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Once more I'll put my bonnet on<br> And tie the ribbons blue;<br> My showy poplin dress I'll don,<br> That's just as good as new,<br> And smooth and stately as a swan<br> Go sailing to my pew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Merchants and Lawyers, half a score,<br> Bow on their hats to pray,<br> Tho' scattered round, I'm very sure<br> They always look my way.<br> I'll re-appear, encore! encore!<br> Who shall I catch to-day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Howe">Joseph Howe</a><div class=q>
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 And tie the ribbons blue,
 My showy poplin dress I don,
 That's just as good as new,
 And smooth and stately as a swan
 Go sailing to my pew.
 Once more, Ah! me, how oft, how oft,
 Shall I the scene repeat?
 With gra..."></div>
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