David Lewis Paget Poems

The Church in its awesome majesty
Looked down, from over the hill,
From faith, to hope, to travesty
It stood, and is standing still,
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I was driving along the coastal route,
Looking for somewhere to stay,
A Bed and Board that was cheap would suit
In a nice secluded Bay,
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The end was nigh, he scanned the sky
For portents, dark and deep,
He'd sensed some troubled signs within
While tossing in his sleep.
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He'd always been a schoolyard bully,
You want to know the truth,
He picked on those too young and silly
To stand up to the youth,
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He'd always thought there was somebody
Who could make his life complete,
Among all the faceless people that
He passed in the city street,
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She sat and stared from the window ledge,
She sat and stared at the sea,
Was sitting all through my childhood there
Since Eighteen fifty-three,
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They said that the Library was full,
Were going to pull it down,
They'd set up a whole new Google School
On the other side of town,
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‘Why do they call it Goblin Castle? '
I asked my friend, Carstairs,
We sat, gazed up at the battlements,
‘It's a hell of a way up there! '
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Whenever I ride in the countryside
On the further side of the hill,
I can see the new church steeple, rising
Over the fields and rills,
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In the time of knights and chivalry
In the Castle of Grim Intent,
There lived the Baron de Romilly
That the King or the Devil had sent,
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