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Animatic for the poem on the right will be coming soon..... the one to the left made me laugh. Guess he always had two types of women XD
The whole writings:
To the Printer of the Royal Danish American Gazette.
" Sir,
I am a youth about seventeen, and consequently such an attempt as this must be presumptuous; but if, upon perusal, you think the following piece worthy of a place in your paper, by inserting it you’ll much oblige Your obedient servant,
A.H.
In yonder mead my love I found
Beside a murm’ring brook reclin’d:
Her pretty lambkins dancing round
Secure in harmless bliss.
I bad the waters gently glide,
And vainly hush’d the heedless wind,
Then, softly kneeling by her side,
I stole a silent kiss—
She wak’d, and rising sweetly blush’d
By far more artless than the dove:
With eager haste I onward rush’d,
And clasp’d her in my arms;
Encircled thus in fond embrace
Our panting hearts beat mutual love—
A rosy-red o’er spread her face
And brighten’d all her charms.
Silent she stood, and sigh’d consent
To every tender kiss I gave;
I closely urg’d—to church we went,
And hymen join’d our hands.
Ye swains behold my bliss complete;
No longer then your own delay;
Believe me love is doubly sweet
In wedlocks holy bands.—
Content we tend our flocks by day,
Each rural pleasures amply taste;
And at the suns retiring ray
Prepare for new delight:
When from the field we haste away,
And send our blithsome care to rest,
We fondly sport and fondly play,
And love away the night
___________________________
Cœlia’s an artful little slut;
Be fond, she’ll kiss, et cetera—but
She must have all her will;
For, do but rub her ’gainst the grain
Behold a storm, blow winds and rain,
Go bid the waves be still.
So, stroking puss’s velvet paws
How well the jade conceals her claws
And purs; but if at last
You hap to squeeze her somewhat hard,
She spits—her back up—prenez garde;
Good faith she has you fast"