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Dec. 19th, 2005

The Trampled Lilly
Modern Love--John Keats

AND what is love? It is a doll dress'd up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth doth think to make itself
Divine by loving, and so goes on
Yawning and doting a whole summer long,
Till Miss's comb is made a pearl tiara,
And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots;
Then Cleopatra lives at number seven,
And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.
Fools! if some passions high have warm'd the world,
If Queens and Soldiers have play'd deep for hearts,
It is no reason why such agonies
Should be more common than the growth of weeds.
Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
The Queen of Egypt melted, and I'll say
That ye may love in spite of beaver hats.

I adore this poem.<3

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re_make
Jan. 21st, 2006 08:40 pm (UTC)
Really a nice poem!

Ist it ok that I just added you?

Maybe you want to join ghostgate? It's my community.
trampledlilly
Jan. 21st, 2006 08:58 pm (UTC)
Of course.

I'll check out your comm.
re_make
Jan. 21st, 2006 09:45 pm (UTC)
Would you please fill this out for me?
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