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1904 · PDF PAGE 93

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

“ I will accede. Be henceforth gifted With everlasting power to stand Without a maiden’s finger lifted Or touches from a harlot’s hand. No trusty tongue shall waste your money ; Nor sight of cunnie.” The man rejoicing, went his way Exclaiming “ Thanks beyond expression ” He sought the Strand, and, sooth to say, Began to try his new possession. So, picking up a hoary harlot Who blushed quite scarlet At such immodest words addressed to her, Yet did not blush to ask five pounds, He took her home, and there confessed to her His admiration knew no b…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 108

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…quick to come, Seeking the bubble gonorrhea Even in the bitch’s mouth. And then the justice In fair round belly soaked with mercury With stand severe, and fuck of formal type, Full of wise tricks and modern aids to love ; And so he lets his fart. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon With drooping penis, balls withdrawn in belly, His youthful whore well fucked, a world too wide For his shrunk prick : and his big manly piss, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all That ends th…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 117

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

[119] LIMERICKS ADVENT God is coming in the air ; Mary’s cunt is on his face. With her hands she frigs apace ; All the angels stand and stare. Jesus sniggers “ Ah, mon père ! ” Cherubs whisper “ See them race ! ” God is coming in the air ; Mary’s cunt is on his face. Now the Ghost is in despair. Did he pity Joseph’s case ? Now a perfume fills the place, And the heavenly host declare “ God is coming in the air.”

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1904 · PDF PAGE 102

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

STEPHANOS With songs from the Isis o’erladen Thou stand’st in the battle’s full Disdaining the breast of the maiden And spurning her fatuous cunt. Brave buggery’s fervent apostle ! We fuck thee until we are faint, Our comrade of cockstands colossal, O, Stephane, saint ! Nor wall-hole nor girl-hole nor grass-hole Accepts thy implacable cock ; But the brown, wrinkled crease of an arse-hole Is thine for — the furious block ; When fervent and swollen the torrent Of solid and spasmical spend Rolls luminous up through the horrent Back-side of a frien…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 127

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…n the farts that mumble slow Out of the sticky bum. God misses A lot of fun. He doth not know How urine lubricateth kisses. My cock doth stand : my spunk doth flow When Celia pisses. V When Celia tucks, my giant tool Goes in and out with mighty clucks : My work’s cut out, sir, as a rule When Celia fucks. Worn by prolonged attempts on ducks, Weary of goats and boys, I school With rods the unwilling slave : it plucks [129]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 140

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ts ancient cunning. Before I knew you it was stunning : I could toss off some twelve times running. My darling ! Now I am guiltless of a stand. Only thy arse, thy twat, thy hand, Thy lips could rouse me ; that were grand, My darling ! I cannot piss : I cannot shite. Come quickly to me, warm and white ! Well fuck like buggery all night, My darling ! Aye ! In your scented arms I’ll creep. “ Well grip and kiss : well laugh and weep. And fuck each other off to sleep, My darling ! And after, when I come to die, You’ll lift your hot lascivious thigh …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 94

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

Relieved him with such sudden glee As to upset his cup of tea. Also he found inconvenient When urchins shouted “ Good old stand ! ” When at a dance, the matrons lenient Would cough and smile behind a hand. And maidens with gazelle-like eyes Observe with wondering surprise. Besides, an everlasting aching Kept him for ever on the shove. At lunch or tea, asleep or waking, He felt the gentle hints of love. A parson too (O who could doubt it ?) Is best without it. When he began to read the text Preparatory to his sermon ’Twould rise, and he, beginni…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 134

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…the dunce’s giddy whirl, But put your pennies in the slot of the Automatic Girl ! VI Ye cabmen wights so late o’nights that get upon the stand, O let alone the reins you own ! Refrain the shame- ful hand ! This fare you get you’ll not regret, she will not make you curl ! So put your pennies in the slot of the Automatic- Girl. VII The young and old, the rich and poor, with us are well content. [We take the stuff when there’s enough and traffic- in cement.] The son of dook, the son of cook, the son of belted earl All put their pennies in the slot…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 106

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… Or to take arms against a closed urethra And by abscission, end it ? To fuck : to come : No more ; and, by a come to say we end The cockstand and the thousand natural lusts That flesh is heir to. ’Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To fuck : to come : To come, perchance to clap ! Ay, there’s the rub. For from that come of fuck what clap may catch When we have shuffled off this mortal stand Must give us pause. There’s the chordee That makes calamity of so wet dreams ! For who would bear the jerks and drops of piss, The piss pot’s wrong, …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 43

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ugh by birth a foreigner, have the honour to occupy. But my farter burns for a pisser, and I see Hassan (so I call the dear beast) has a stand like the tower of Pisa. Come, and I’ll suck you off as we go. [41]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 66

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…oman of thirty with an arse like a steam-roller, a coyote like a slatequarry, and a clitoris like Lord Penrhyn, for it had been known to stand out for seven years against the demands of the work- man. They got the little girl at a disadvantage over a chair, while Leila and I looked on with eyes in- jected with frightful lust at the voluptuous specta- cle. The schoolmistress then addressed her little victim in these terms : “ You saucy little bitch ! You would, would you ? ” Excited to madness by the erotic phrase, she wildly lifted up her petti…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 13

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… fool live long in that light. It turned him inside out ; it revealed him even to himself as a leper and an out- cast ; and he could not stand it. In such a circle humbug could not live. Men of high intellectual distinction, passing through Paris, were constant visitors at the Chien Rouge. As guests they were treated with high honour ; but woe to the best of them if some chance word let fall led D . . . or L . . . to suspect that he had a weak spot somewhere ! When this happened, nothing could save him : he was rent and cast to the car- rion be…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 47

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ng, how necessary it is for anyone in my posi- tion to be able to do that at any moment — the witnesses are all ready, and you would not stand a chance ! ” — He abandoned the unequal con- test ; and the unique performance of Kluckchoo, the Human Corkscrew, began. [45]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 6

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…found in the author of the following works. It is the custom to study, even if briefly, the life of a great writer from the biographical stand- point. In this case it is impossible to follow the usual course, for I have no wish to blast the useful public career of the most talented artist of our day, and there can be no doubt that precision of allu- sion would cause his innumerable friends to rec- [2]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 56

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… of the time, for the stench of S...y’s cabbage was too niffy even for the nose of L..s, and their roots were hardly capable of a decent stand. Such specimens of worms I never hope to see or smell again, and I trust that you will forgive my polluting your ears, journalist though you are, with such noisome stuff. (I can vouch for the faith- fulness of this description, for I know the swine well enough, and in no other than a book of filth would I have introduced any one of the three. Ed.) my artis- tic studies progressed but slowly, for much of …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 42

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ace was equally aroused, and they were as one man (so the Pink ’Un voiced the gener- ous feeling of the community) in their resolve “ to stand away, and let’s see the Frenchy have his whack out ” — I was now, in the words of the sweet singer of Israel, faint yet pursuing, (I was but a boy !) when a yell of rage, like that of a famished tiger, resounded through the palace. Dashing aside all opposition, passive though it was, for the waiting-women could not get out of the way quickly enough, there rushed into the room a dark and gigantic mass of …

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