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Blackberries
by William Allingham
Allingham, William (1824-1889)
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[Ill folk I shun, or fight against: what can]
[The woe of the False Teacher—This]
[Shame upon those who poison youth]
To Certain Persons calling themselves “Christians.”
[If you believed, loud Sir, some decent part]
[Would'st argue upon equal terms with me?]
[“An infidel!” you shout: I have, 'tis true]
[Is it right, on a solemn day]
[O wretched man! who, while his soul is green]
[Clergy to guide poor us are given]
[In sacred reverie and sublime delight]
[The Wisest Living Mortal—Oh]
[As rafter rafter serves to prop]
[Every word your Oracle saith]
[Assuredly, God's word is true]
[Ostrichio's soul's digestion is so good]
[Peter's a madman, John agrees]
[How mysteries attract!]
[What do your dogmas? Mix dispute and doubt]
[Great Saint, how we've misused thy fame]
To a Controversialist.
[The modern plea for keeping up a Creed—]
[We don't believe it: but let it be.]
['Twere well, in sooth]
[Fain would I seek the City of Truth]
[I believe without bother]
[We hate thee, solemn Public Liar]
[Young Mother, with thy babe at rest]
[Yea, Raffael! Michael Angelo! your hands]
A Dream.
Another Dream.
[Dogmatic Christians, one and all]
[All “Christian virtues” I rejoice to greet.]
[“Art Faith's Apostle? Can'st thou save us?”—No.]
[A pseudo-religion suits most people best]
[This World is made to no man's mind]
[Remember this, Lover of truth and right]
[“If you shake these dogmas you shake morality with them.” Yea.]
[Religion—what a labyrinthine mesh!]
[The New Religion will include]
[Long time amongst the thorns I dwelt]
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Blackberries
Artist
v.
Scientist.
“
All
the blue of the sky in your carpet-bag
?—tush!
Don't I carry it all on the tip of my brush?
There—atoms of dust! Here—visions of glory!
I mean, you don't tell us the whole of the story.”
Blackberries