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The Owl and the Pussy-cat

by Edward Lear

0.5909 + 0.1152i

Drawing the boundary…

About Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

0.5210 + 0.1468i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Owl and the Pussy-cat

by Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

About Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

Come now, I will be frank with you, and say 
I have for you a strange and bitter love: 
Most strong it is, but no love's strong enough 
From higher aims to make me turn away; 
Some short sharp pain, some idle night or day, 
Is all the hurt that I shall have thereof. 
I will not wed you, and I must remove 
Your spell from off my path as best I may. 

Your face would come between my work and me; 
Your love would quite unnerve me for the strife; 
Kiss me, forget me wholly, as I know 
I shall forget you in the whirl of life: 
Nay, do not look; I swear I will not see; 
Take off your lips lest I should crush you so. 

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