Arcadia (Tosh-Bosh) / Оригинал текста
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A Pome by Blank Frailty
Ah, Passion, like a voice — that buds!
With many thorns…that sharply stick:
Recalls to me the longing of our bloods…
And — makes my wearied heart requick! …
Arcadia
by Head Balledup
O give me the life of the Village,
Uninhibited, free, and sweet.
The place where the arts all flourish,
Grove Court and Christopher Street.
I am sick of the old conventions,
And critics who will not praise,
So sing ho for the open spaces,
And aesthetes with kindly ways.
Here every bard is a genius,
And artists are Raphaels,
And above the roofs of Patchin Place
The Muse of Talent dwells.
