O rapturous heart! O blighted spirit! Content and malcontent, the same. Seize not upon thy hapless circumstance to ponder, But on Fortune’s fickle favour renew thy claim.
For love is best served when least remembered, An inclination immediate and true. No rank aftertaste of bitter bile for me, ‘Tis sweet Aphrodite I petition: ‘Grant me my due!’
A parody of the Romantic poetry of the late eighteenth- and early nineteenth centuries. Watched “Mary Shelley” last night - great flick and a bad influence. Up late faffing around with this rather than prepping for the holidays. :)