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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Results Ridiculous</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">("Humourists have amused themselves by translating famous sonnets into free verse. A result no less ridiculous would have been obtained if somebody had re-written a passage from 'Paradise Lost' as a rondeau." --George Soule in the New Republic)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"PARADISE LOST"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sing, Heavenly Muse, in lines that flow <br>More smoothly than the wandering Po, <br>Of man's descending from the height <br>Of Heaven itself, the blue, the bright, <br>To Hell's unutterable throe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of sin original and the woe <br>That fell upon us here below <br>From man's pomonic primal bite-- <br>Sing, Heavenly Muse!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of summer sun, of winter snow, Of future days, of long ago, <br>Of morning and "the shades of night," <br>Of woman, "my ever new delight," <br>Go to it, Muse, and put us Joe-- <br>Sing, Heavenly Muse!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE wedding guest sat on a stone, <br>He could not chose but hear <br>The mariner. They were there alone. <br>The wedding guest sat on a stone. <br>"I'll read you something of my own," <br>Declared that mariner. <br>The wedding guest sat on a stone-- <br>He could not chose but hear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Franklin+P.+Adams">Franklin P. Adams</a></strong></div>

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