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Daughter of Eve draw near I would behold thee	A
Good Heavens Could ever arm of man enfold thee	A
Did the same Nature that made Phryne mould thee	A
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Come thou to leeward for thy balmy presence	B
Savoureth not a whit of mille fleurescence	B
My nose is no insentient excrescence	B
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Thou art not beautiful I tell thee plainly	A
Oh thou ungainliest of things ungainly	A
Who thinks thee less than hideous doats insanely	A
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Most unaesthetical of things terrestrial	A
Hadst thou indeed an origin celestial	A
Thy lineaments are positively bestial	A
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Yet thou my sister art the clergy tell me	A
Though truth to state thy brutish looks compel me	A
To hope these parsons merely want to sell me	A
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A hundred times and more I've heard and read it	C
But if Saint Paul himself came down and said it	C
Upon my soul I could not give it credit	D
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God's image cut in ebony says someone	E
'Tis to be hoped some day thou may'st become one	E
The present image is a very rum one	E
Thy face the human face divine Oh Moses	B
Whatever trait divine thy face discloses	B
Some vile Olympian cross play pre supposes	B
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Thy nose appeareth but a transverse section	E
Thy mouth hath no particular direction	E
A flabby rimmed abyss of imperfection	E
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Thy skull development mine eye displeases	B
Thou wilt not suffer much from brain diseases	B
Thy facial angle forty five degrees is	B
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The coarseness of thy tresses is distressing	F
With grease and raddle firmly coalescing	F
I cannot laud thy system of top dressing	F
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Thy dress is somewhat scant for proper feeling	F
As is thy flesh too scarce thy bones concealing	F
Thy calves unquestionably want re vealing	F
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Thy rugged skin is hideous with tattooing	F
And legible with hieroglyphic wooing	F
Sweet things in art of some fierce lover's doing	F
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For thou some lover hast I bet a guinea	A
Some partner in thy fetid ignominy	A
The raison d' tre of this piccaninny	A
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What must he be whose eye thou hast delighted	G
His sense of beauty hopelessly benighted	H
The canons of his taste how badly sighted	G
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What must his gauge be if thy features pleased him	I
If lordship of such limbs as thine appeased him	I
It was not calf love certainly that seized him	I
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And is he amorously sympathetic	F
And doth he kiss thee Oh my soul prophetic	F
The very notion is a strong emetic	F
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And doth he smooth thine hours with oily talking	F
And take thee conjugally out a walking	F
And crown thy transports with a tom a hawking	F
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I guess his love and anger are combined so	B
His passions on thy shoulders are defined so	B
His passages of love are underlined so	B
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Tell me thy name What Helen Oh OEnone	A
That name bequeathed to one so foul and bony	A
Avengeth well thy ruptured matrimony	A
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Eve's daughter with that skull and that complexion	A
What principle of Natural Selection	A
Gave thee with Eve the most remote connection	A
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Sister of L E L of Mrs Stowe too	J
Of E B Browning Harriet Martineau too	J
Do theologians know where fibbers go to	J
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Of great George Eliot whom I worship daily	A
Of Charlotte Bront and Joanna Baillie	A
Methinks that theory is rather scaly	A
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Thy primal parents came a period later	K
The handiwork of some vile imitator	K
I fear they had the devil's imprimatur	K
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This in the retrospect Now what's before thee	A
The white man's heaven I fear would simply bore thee	A
Ten minutes of doxology would floor thee	A
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Thy Paradise should be some land of Goshen	A
Where appetite should be thy sole devotion	A
And surfeit be the climax of emotion	A
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A land of Bunya bunyas towering splendid	G
Of honey bags on every tree suspended	G
A Paradise of sleep and riot blended	G
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Of tons of 'baccy and tons more to follow	A
Of wallaby as much as thou couldst swallow	A
Of hollow trees with 'possums in the hollow	A
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There undismayed by frost or flood or thunder	K
As joyous as the skies thou roamest under	K
There shouldst thou Oooey Stop She's off	L
No wonder	K

James Brunton Stephens

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