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  • 37.
    The Devil In Hell

    HE surely must be wrong who loving fears;
    And does not flee when beauty first appears.
    Ye FAIR, with charms divine, I know your fame;
    No more I'll burn my fingers in the flame.
    From you a soft sensation seems to rise,
    And, to the heart, advances through the eyes;
    What there it causes I've no need to tell:
    Some die of love, or languish in the spell.
    Far better surely mortals here might do;
    There's no occasion dangers to pursue.
    By way of proof a charmer I will bring,
    Whose beauty to a hermit gave the sting:
    Thence, save the sin, which fully I except;
    A very pleasant intercourse was kept;
    Except the sin, again I must repeat,
    My sentiments on this will never meet
    The taste of him at Rome, who wine had swilled,
    Till, to the throat, he thoroughly was filled,
    And then exclaimed, is't not a sin to drink?
    Such conduct horrid ever I shall think;
    I wish to prove, e'en saints in fear should live;
    The truth is clear:--our faults may Heav'n forgive;
    If dread of punishment, from pow'rs divine,
    Had led this friar in the proper line,
    He never had the charming girl retained,
    Who, young and artless, would your heart have gained.

    HER name was Alibech, if I recollect;
    Too innocent, deceptions to detect.
    One day this lovely maiden having read,
    How certain pious, holy saints were led,
    The better to observe religious care,
    To seek retirement in some lorn repair,
    Where they, like Heav'nly Angels, moved around,
    Some here, some there, were in concealment found,
    Was quite delighted, strange as it may seem,
    And presently she formed the frantick scheme,
    Of imitating those her mind revered,
    And to her plan most rigidly adhered.

    WITH silent steps the innocent withdrew;
    To mothers, sisters,--none she bade adieu.
    Long time she walked through fields, and plain, and dale;
    At length she gained a wood within a vale;
    There met an aged man, who once might be,
    Gay, airy, pleasing, blithe, gallant, and free,
    But now a meagre skeleton was seen
    The shadow only of what late he'd been:
    Said she, good father, I have much desire
    To be a saint: thither my hopes aspire;
    I fain would merit reverence and prayer,
    A festival have kept with anxious care;
    What pleasure, ev'ry year, the palm in hand,
    And, beaming round the head, a holy band,
    Nice presents, flow'rs, and off'rings to receive
    Your practice difficult must I believe?
    Already I can fast for many days,
    And soon should learn to follow all your ways.
    Go, said the aged man, your plan resign;
    I'd have you, as a friend, the state decline;
    'Tis not so easy sanctity to meet,
    That fasting should suffice the boon to greet.
    Heav'n guards from ill the maids and wives who fast,
    Or holiness would very seldom last.
    'Tis requisite to practise other things;
    These secrets are, which move by hidden springs;
    A hermit, whom you'll find beneath yon' beech,

    Can, better far than I, their virtues teach;
    Go, seek him, pray, make haste if you are sage;
    I ne'er retain such birds within my cage.
    This having said, at once he left the belle,
    And wisely shut the door, and barred his cell:
    Not trusting hair-cloth, fasting, age, nor gout;
    With beauty, anchorites themselves should doubt.

    OUR pensive fair soon found the person meant,
    A man whose soul was on religion bent;
    His name was Rustick, young and warm in prayer;
    Such youthful hermits of deception share.
    Her holy wish, the girl to him expressed,
    A wish most fervent doubtless to be blessed,
    And felt so strongly, Alibech had fear,
    Some day the mark might on her fruit appear.

    A SMILE her innocence from Rustick drew;
    Said he, in me you little learning view;
    But what I've got, I'll readily divide,
    And nothing from your senses try to hide.

    THE hermit surely would have acted right;
    Such pupil to have sent away at sight.
    He managed otherwise, as we shall state;
    The consequences, let us now relate.

    SINCE much he wished perfection to pursue;
    He, to himself, exclaimed: what can'st thou do?
    Watch, fast, and pray; wear hair-cloth too; but this
    Is surely little that will lead to bliss;
    All do as much, but with a FAIR to dwell,
    And, never touch her, would be to excel;
    'Twere triumph 'mong the Heav'nly Angels thought;
    Let's merit it, and keep what here is brought;
    If I resist a thing so sweet and kind,
    I gain the end that pow'rs divine designed.

    HE with him let the charming belle remain;
    And confident he could at will abstain,
    Both Satan and the flesh at once defied:
    Two foes on mischief ready to decide.

    BEHOLD our saints together in a hut;
    Young Rustick, where a corner seemed to jut;
    A bed of rushes for the novice placed,
    Since sleeping on the floor had her debased,
    Who, yet unused to hardships, much must feel:
    'Twas best that these should on her senses steal.
    A little fruit, and bread not over fine,
    She had for supper:--water too for wine.
    The hermit fasted; but the lady fed,
    And ate with appetite her fruit and bread.

    APART their place of rest, the maiden slept,
    But something quite awake the other kept:
    The Devil could by no means quiet rest,
    Till he should get admitted as a guest.
    He was received within the humble cell;
    The friar's thoughts were on his smiling belle,
    Her simple manners, fascinating grace,
    Complexion, age; each feature he would trace;
    The heaving bosom, and the beauteous charms;
    That made him wish to clasp her in his arms.

    BY passion moved, he bade at once adieu,
    To hair-cloth, discipline, and fasting too;
    Cried he, my saints are these; to them I'll pray;
    From Alibech no longer he would stay,
    But to her flew, and roused the girl from sleep:
    Said he, so soon you should not silence keep,
    It is not right:--there's something to be done,
    Ere we suspend the converse we've begun:
    'Tis proper that, to please the pow'rs divine;
    We Satan instantly in Hell confine;
    He was created for no other end;
    To block him up let's ev'ry effort lend.

    IMMEDIATELY within the bed he slid,
    When, scarcely knowing what young Rustick did;
    And, unaccustomed to the mystick scene,
    She knew not what the anchorite could mean,
    Nor this nor that but, partly by consent,
    And partly force, yet wishing to prevent,
    Though not presuming to resist his sway
    To him 'mid pain and pleasure, she gave way,
    Believing ev'ry thing was most exact,
    And, what the saint performed, a gracious act,
    By thus the Devil shutting up in Hell,
    Where he was destined with his imps to dwell.

    HENCEFORTH 'twas requisite, if saint she'd be;
    From martyrdom she must not think to flee,
    For friar Rustick little sought to please:
    The lesson was not given quite at ease,
    Which made the girl (not much improved in wit)
    Exclaim, this Devil mischief will commit;
    'Tis very plain, though strange it may appear
    To hurt his prison e'en he'll persevere;
    The injury now you clearly may perceive;
    But, for the evil done, I shall not grieve:
    Yet richly he deserves to be again
    Shut up effectually in his domain.

    IT shall be so, the anchorite replied;
    Once more the mystick art was fully tried;
    Such care he took, such charity was shown,
    That Hell, by use, free with the Devil grown,
    His presence pleasant always would have found;
    Could Rustick equally have kept his ground.

    CRIED Alibech, 'tis very truly said,
    No prison has so nice and soft a bed,
    But presently the host will weary grow;
    And here our pair soon discord seemed to show:
    Hell, for the prisoner, in vain inquired;
    Deaf was the fiend, and quietly retired;
    Repeated calls of course must irksome prove:
    The fair grew weary, when he would not move;
    Her strong desire to be a saint declined;
    And Rustick to get rid of her designed;
    In this with him the belle agreed so well,
    That secretly she left the hermit's cell,
    And home returned in haste the shortest way;
    But what the fair could to her parents say,
    Is what I fain would know, though truly yet;
    The full particulars I ne'er could get.
    'Tis probable she made them understand,
    Her heart was prompted by divine command;
    To try to be a saint; that they believed,
    Or seemingly for truth the tale received.
    Perhaps the parents were not quite exact,
    In narrowly examining the fact;
    Though some suspicions doubtless might arise
    About her Hell, they could not well disguise;
    But 'tis so formed that little can be seen,
    And many jailors in it duped have been.

    FOR Alibech great feasting was prepared,
    When, through simplicity, the girl declared,
    To those around, without the least restraint,
    How she had acted to be made a saint.
    You'd surely no occasion, they replied,
    To go so far instruction to provide,
    When at your house you might have had, with ease,
    Like secret lectures, just as you should please.
    Said one, my brother could the thing have done;
    Another cried,--my cousin would have run
    To do the same; or Neherbal, who's near,
    No novice in the business would appear;
    He seeks your hand, which you'll be wise to take
    Before he learns--what might a diff'rence make.
    She took the hint, and he the fair received;
    A handsome fortune many fears relieved;
    This joined to num'rous charms that had the belle;
    He fancied pure a most suspicious Hell,
    And freely used the blessings Hymen sends;
    May Heav'n like joys bestow on all our friends! read more »

  • 38.
    I prayed, at first, a little Girl


    I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
    Because they told me to— read more »

  • 39.
    Age-Old Debate

    when the old man said
    i know everything
    the young girl replied read more »

  • 40.
    Girl (Three) And The Black Horse

    i want to hold the horse's string
    cried the girl (three) stamping her foot
    told by adults she was much too young read more »

  • 41.
    We talked as Girls do


    We talked as Girls do—
    Fond, and late— read more »

  • 42.
    War Girls

    'There's the girl who clips your ticket for the train,
    And the girl who speeds the lift from floor to floor, read more »

  • 43.
    Dark Dark Girl

    Dark girl so filled with strife
    Dark Dark girl she'll take your life
    Dark girl stay for a while
    Dark Dark girl she makes me smile read more »

  • 44.
    This Girl

    This Girl In The Dark
    Has a beautiful face without a name
    And a beautiful smile to hide the pain
    This Girl In the Dark read more »

  • 45.
    The girl I used to be

    My tree will know it all
    the tree of my childhood
    with the endless branches
    and the many whispers read more »

  • 46.
    A Girl Like You

    How did I get a girl like you?
    A girl that's smart, pretty, and true.
    A girl that I can hold tight.
    A girl that is ''just right''. read more »

  • 47.

    Baby Girl, Glamour Girl, Strawberry Girl struts
    Candy Girl, Sexy Girl, Bossy Girl fuss
    Gansta Girl, Dream Girl, Independent Girl shops
    Virtuous Girl, Glitter Girl, Hot Girl pops read more »

  • 48.
    Normal Girl

    Shy Girl Wont show her face,
    Sexy girl dressed in lace,
    sad girl she'll blow her sorrow
    Atractive Girl, The guys will follow read more »

New Girl Poems

  1. The Dancing Girl, Terry Dawson
  2. Dream Gurl, Awasum Terrence
  3. I've Met a Girl, Terry Dawson
  4. Boy Meets Girl, Branden Aeling
  5. His Words, Raven Ozera
  6. Ode to Instant Messaging (revised), Terry Dawson
  7. Oh Girl Its You, kaliaha hogue
  8. Poor Little Girl, Samantha Bones
  9. My Girl, Momo Momo
  10. Be any girl you can be, Kay Goff
  11. Girl, You Are Amazing, Ronell Warren Alman
  12. Let Me Love You - Ne-Yo, Mizah Hosea
  13. I, m the girl, Rebecca lucy Smith
  14. The Checklist, Jeremy Rascon
  15. Plus Size, Philo Yan
  16. Good Girl, maria sudibyo
  17. A Girl, Selam G. Sekuar
  18. I Want a Girl, Micah Peters
  19. girls, madison ann
  20. I wanna a girl..!, (c) Vish.. Vishnu Gupta
  21. Cool Girls, Ellen Greene
  22. I have a girl, Matthew Holloway
  23. Young Girl, Jasmine Kayleen
  24. I want to be the girl, Helen Michaels
  25. A Girl Like You, Bikramjyoti Kashyop
  26. girl im over u and this is done the song, Poetry Finder
  27. Y.. The girl, Aufie Zophy
  28. Baby Girl Baby Girl, Quiana Souder
  29. Girl, Taylor Swan
  30. Don’t Little Girl, Max Parriott
  31. Girl, Charlotte Murray
  32. This Girl, Aly Grey
  33. A Lucky Man, Jose Chavez
  34. the perfect girl for me :), Tim (Timmy) Woodard
  35. my girl, jencelyn marin
  36. i am, Ashlie Bouie
  37. A girl, robert edwards
  38. Normal Girl, Ruby Coll
  39. Little Girl, remain a mystery
  40. Im the girl:, Miss Dokum
  41. Bones of a Bad girl, Kelsey Wallace
  42. Girl, jennifer carranza
  43. Dark Dark Girl, kyle potter
  44. What A Guy Wants, Rudy Puentes
  45. the bullet, jessica schreurs
  46. Girls, Girls, Girls, Robert Rorabeck
  47. I am..., Joy O' Pateng
  48. ......Girl..., Joy O' Pateng
  49. Pretty Girl, Grace Angelia
  50. Waiting... For My Dream Girl, Akash Agrawal
  51. The Girl Who Is Me, Tuna Fish
  52. The girl in the mirror, Lillie Ellis
  53. Little Girl; Who Knows No Fear, Bridjet Zemlak
  54. Truthful Girl, You... don't... want me...
  55. The girl of my dreams, Jonathan Pendley
  56. Don't Little Girl, Amy Stuart
  57. Girl, Casual Diamond
  58. Why So Lonely, Hope Wallin
  59. she is, miranda sarlund
  60. I'm just another girl, Martha Rivera
  61. You are, That nice guy who wants love
  62. x Yes I am that girl x, Lisa Anderson
  63. Who am I?, Kachan Esposito
  64. Girl, Sami Woodall
  65. Girl, Brie Carter
  66. Who?, Claude Davis III
  67. Typical Emo Love Poem, Brie Carter
  68. Sorry Little Girl, Christina L Johnson
  69. your little girl, leticia starkey
  70. Loser Girl, Amber Millar
  71. Who Is This Girl I Have Met, Pirate Love Magic Man
  72. Who Will Cry For The Little Girl?, Shaneka Taylor
  73. Girlzilla, Top Notch Glamorous Thick Ch ..
  74. I wish for this girl, ashley roberts
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