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In a dwelling on Lake Geneva In a dank and doomy room The grandiloquent guests did their best To pass the tedious time of gloom To excite their thirsty imaginations Byron suggested all write a story He specified it must be ghostly Phantasmal, or gory So Mary Shelley set to work A most dutiful and diligent scribe Scratching marks of Genius On paper for the reading tribe Invoking from imagination She contrived a most appalling creature But it’s not the one that you’d expect It was the Dr’s conscience that was the most terrifying feature The parable of men’s meddling Is conjured fast as lightning The potency of Mary’s vision Is such it’s truly frightening With tale sublime she renders the creature A thing of neglect, deserving of pity Her musings are so fierce, divine, Her insights so wry and witty For all his grand creations Man is next to nature impotent Only the latter is all-knowing And omnipotent Project finished, they gather round To listen to the others' stories After the test they decide Mary’s is best She walks away with all the glory So that is how our famous fable Was woven in to existence It was sublime and transcended time And stayed in our librarys' persistent
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
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In a dwelling on Lake Geneva In a dank and doomy room The grandiloquent guests did their best To pass the tedious time of gloom To excite their thirsty imaginations Byron suggested all write a story He specified it must be ghostly Phantasmal, or gory So Mary Shelley set to work A most dutiful and diligent scribe Scratching marks of Genius On paper for the reading tribe Invoking from imagination She contrived a most appalling creature But it’s not the one that you’d expect It was the Dr’s conscience that was the most terrifying feature The parable of men’s meddling Is conjured fast as lightning The potency of Mary’s vision Is such it’s truly frightening With tale sublime she renders the creature A thing of neglect, deserving of pity Her musings are so fierce, divine, Her insights so wry and witty For all his grand creations Man is next to nature impotent Only the latter is all-knowing And omnipotent Project finished, they gather round To listen to the others' stories After the test they decide Mary’s is best She walks away with all the glory So that is how our famous fable Was woven in to existence It was sublime and transcended time And stayed in our librarys' persistent
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Nov 29, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
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