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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Devil's Thoughts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From his brimstone bed at break of day<br>A walking the DEVIL is gone,<br>To visit his little snug farm of the earth<br>And see how his stock went on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the hill and over the dale,<br>And he went over the plain,<br>And backward and forward he swished his long tail<br>As a gentleman swishes his cane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how then was the Devil drest?<br>Oh! he was in his Sunday's best:<br>His jacket was red and his breeches were blue,<br>And there was a hole where the tail came through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw a LAWYER killing a Viper<br>On a dung heap beside his stable,<br>And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind<br>Of Cain and _his_ brother, Abel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A POTHECARY on a white horse<br>Rode by on his vocations,<br>And the Devil thought of his old Friend<br>DEATH in the Revelations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,<br>A cottage of gentility!<br>And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin<br>Is pride that apes humility.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went into a rich bookseller's shop,<br>Quoth he! we are both of one college,<br>For I myself sate like a cormorant once<br>Fast by the tree of knowledge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the river there plied, with wind and tide,<br>A pig with vast celerity;<br>And the Devil look'd wise as he saw how the while,<br>It cut its own throat. 'There!' quoth he with a smile,<br>'Goes 'England's commercial prosperity.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he went through Cold-Bath Fields he saw<br>A solitary cell;<br>And the Devil was pleased, for it gave him a hint<br>For improving his prisons in Hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">General ----------- burning face<br>He saw with consternation,<br>And back to hell his way did he take,<br>For the Devil thought by a slight mistake<br>It was general conflagration.</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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A walking the DEVIL is gone,
To visit his little snug farm of the earth
And see how his stock went on.

Over the hill and over the dale,
And he went over the plain,
And backward and forward he swished his lon..."></div>
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