Caught the fellow's sight,
Than, as kites a pigeon follow,
They attacked her straight —
Part, not all, though, I can swallow
Of what folks relate.
If fair boys were 'mongst the band,
How came they to be —
This I cannot understand, —
In such company?
The goddess a miscarriage had, good lack!
And was delivered of an — Almanac!
THE HYPOCHONDRIACAL PLUTO.
A ROMANCE
BOOK I
The sullen mayor who reigns in hell,
By mortals Pluto hight,
Who thrashes all his subjects well,
Both morn and eve, as stories tell,
And rules the realms of night,
All pleasure lost in cursing once,
All joy in flogging, for the nonce.
The sedentary life he led
Upon his brazen chair
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