The Poems of Schiller — Suppressed poems. Friedrich von Schiller

          They attacked her straight —

         Part, not all, though, I can swallow

          Of what folks relate.

         If fair boys were 'mongst the band,

          How came they to be —

         This I cannot understand, —

          In such company?

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        The goddess a miscarriage had, good lack!

         And was delivered of an — Almanac!

      THE HYPOCHONDRIACAL PLUTO.

      A ROMANCE

      BOOK I

         The sullen mayor who reigns in hell,

          By mortals Pluto hight,

         Who thrashes all his subjects well,

         Both morn and eve, as stories tell,

          And rules the realms of night,

         All pleasure lost in cursing once,

         All joy in flogging, for the nonce.

         The sedentary life he led

          Upon his brazen chair