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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512732" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!<br>Wherever they can come<br>With clankum and blankum<br>'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation,<br>With fun, jeering<br>Conjuring<br>Sky-staring,<br>Loungerin g,<br>And still to the tune of Transmogrification--<br>Those muttering<br>Spluttering<br>Ventriloquogusty<br>P oets<br>With no Hats<br>Or Hats that are rusty.<br>They're my Torment and Curse<br>And harass me worse<br>And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow<br>Than the Screech of the Owl<br>Or the witch-wolf's long howl,<br>Or sheep-killing Butcher-dog's inward Bow wow<br>For me they all spite--an unfortunate Wight.<br>And the very first moment that I came to Light<br>A Rascal call'd Voss the more to his scandal,<br>Turn'd me into a sickle with never a handle.<br>A Night or two after a worse Rogue there came,<br>The head of the Gang, one Wordsworth by name--<br>`Ho! What's in the wind?' 'Tis the voice of a Wizzard!<br>I saw him look at me most terribly blue !<br>He was hunting for witch-rhymes from great A to Izzard,<br>And soon as he'd found them made no more ado<br>But chang'd me at once to a little Canoe.<br>From this strange Enchantment uncharm'd by degrees<br>I began to take courage & hop'd for some Ease,<br>When one Coleridge, a Raff of the self-same Banditti<br>Past by--& intending no doubt to be witty,<br>Because I'd th' ill-fortune his taste to displease,<br> He turn'd up his nose,<br> And in pitiful Prose<br>Made me into the half of a small Cheshire Cheese.<br>Well, a night or two past--it was wind, rain & hail--<br>And I ventur'd abroad in a thick Cloak & veil--<br>But the very first Evening he saw me again<br>The last mentioned Ruffian popp'd out of his Den--<br>I was resting a moment on the bare edge of Naddle<br>I fancy the sight of me turn'd his Brains addle--<br> For what was I now?<br> A complete Barley-mow<br>And when I climb'd higher he made a long leg,<br>And chang'd me at once to an Ostrich's Egg--<br>But now Heaven be praised in contempt of the Loon,<br>I am I myself I, the jolly full Moon.<br> Yet my heart is still fluttering--<br> For I heard the Rogue muttering--<br>He was hulking and skulking at the skirt of a Wood<br>When lightly & brightly on tip-toe I stood<br>On the long level Line of a motionless Cloud<br>And ho! what a Skittle-ground! quoth he aloud<br>And wish'd from his heart nine Nine-pins to see<br>In brightness & size just proportion'd to me.<br>So I fear'd from my soul,<br>That he'd make me a Bowl,<br> But in spite of his spite<br> This was more than his might<br>And still Heaven be prais'd! in contempt of the Loon<br>I am I myself I, the jolly full Moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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Wherever they can come
With clankum and blankum
'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation,
With fun, jeering
Conjuring
Sky-staring,
Loungerin g,
And still to the tune of Transmogrification--..."></div>
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