Dead Passion's Flame
A Pome by Blank Frailty
Ah, Passion, like a voice - that buds!
With many thorns...that
Recalls to me the longing of our bloods...
makes my wearied heart requick! ...
by Head Balledup
O give me the life of the Village,
Uninhibited, free, and sweet.
where the arts all flourish,
Grove Court and
I am sick of the old conventions,
critics who will not praise,
So sing ho for the open spaces,
And aesthetes with kindly ways.
Here every bard is a genius,
And above the roofs of Patchin Place
The Muse of Talent dwells.