IT ripen'd by the river banks, Where, mask and moonlight aiding, Dons Blas and Juan play their pranks, Dark Donnas serenading. By Moorish damsel it was pluck'd, Beneath the golden day there; By swain 'twas then in London suck'd -- Who flung the peel away there. He could not know in Pimlico, As little she in Seville, That @3I@1 should reel upon that peel, And -- wish them at the devil! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MAUDE CLARE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THIS IS NOT I by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS RAISING THE DEVIL; A LEGEND OF CORNELIUS AGRIPPA by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |