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This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

On Oxford - a Parody

by John Keats

−0.7154 − 0.6513i

Drawing the boundary…

Ruth

by Thomas Hood

−0.6863 − 0.6993i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

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.

Ruth

by Thomas Hood

She stood breast high amid the corn
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.

On her cheek an autumn flush,
Deeply ripen'd;—such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.

Round her eyes her tresses fell,
Which were blackest none could tell,
But long lashes veil'd a light,
That had else been all too bright.

And her hat, with shady brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim;—
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:—

Sure, I said, Heav'n did not mean,
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean,
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home.

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