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The Hag

by Robert Herrick

−0.7095 − 0.6494i

Drawing the boundary…

On Oxford - a Parody

by John Keats

−0.7154 − 0.6513i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Hag

by Robert Herrick

The Hag is astride,
This night for to ride,
The devil and she together;
Through thick and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne'er so foul be the weather.

A thorn or a bur
She takes for a spur;
With a lash of a bramble she rides now,
Through brakes and through briars,
O'er ditches and mires,
She follows the spirit that guides now.

No beast, for his food,
Dares now range the wood,
But hush'd in his lair he lies lurking;
While mischiefs, by these,
On land and on seas,
At noon of night are a-working.

The storm will arise,
And trouble the skies
This night; and, more for the wonder,
The ghost from the tomb
Affrighted shall come,
Call'd out by the clap of the thunder.

On Oxford - a Parody

by John Keats

The Gothic looks solemn,
The plain Doric column
Supports an old Bishop and Crosier,
The mouldering arch,
Shaded o'er by a larch
Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier.

Vicè—that is, by turns,—
O'er pale faces mourns
The black tassell'd trencher and common hat;
The Chantry boy sings,
The Steeple-bell rings,
And as for the Chancellor—dominat.

There are plenty of trees,
And plenty of ease,
And plenty of fat deer for Parsons;
And when it is venison,
Short is the benison,—
Then each on a leg or thigh fastens.

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