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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Devil's Walk. A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.<br>Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,<br>With care his sweet person adorning,<br>He put on his Sunday clothes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.<br>He drew on a boot to hide his hoof, <br>He drew on a glove to hide his claw,<br>His horns were concealed by a Bras Chapeau,<br>And the Devil went forth as natty a Beau<br>As Bond-street ever saw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.<br>He sate him down, in London town, <br>Before earth's morning ray;<br>With a favourite imp he began to chat,<br>On religion, and scandal, this and that,<br>Until the dawn of day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV.<br>And then to St. James's Court he went, <br>And St. Paul’s Church he took on his way;<br>He was mighty thick with every Saint,<br>Though they were formal and he was gay.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V.<br>The Devil was an agriculturist,<br>And as bad weeds quickly grow, <br>In looking over his farm, I wist,<br>He wouldn't find cause for woe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI.<br>He peeped in each hole, to each chamber stole,<br>His promising live-stock to view;<br>Grinning applause, he just showed them his claws, <br>And they shrunk with affright from his ugly sight,<br>Whose work they delighted to do.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII.<br>Satan poked his red nose into crannies so small<br>One would think that the innocents fair,<br>Poor lambkins! were just doing nothing at all <br>But settling some dress or arranging some ball,<br>But the Devil saw deeper there.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VIII.<br>A Priest, at whose elbow the Devil during prayer<br>Sate familiarly, side by side,<br>Declared that, if the Tempter were there, <br>His presence he would not abide.<br>Ah! ah! thought Old Nick, that's a very stale trick,<br>For without the Devil, O favourite of Evil,<br>In your carriage you would not ride.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IX.<br>Satan next saw a brainless King,<br>Whose house was as hot as his own;<br>Many Imps in attendance were there on the wing,<br>They flapped the pennon and twisted the sting,<br>Close by the very Throne.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">X.<br>Ah! ah! thought Satan, the pasture is good,<br>My Cattle will here thrive better than others;<br>They dine on news of human blood,<br>They sup on the groans of the dying and dead,<br>And supperless never will go to bed;<br>Which will make them fat as their brothers. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XI.<br>Fat as the Fiends that feed on blood,<br>Fresh and warm from the fields of Spain,<br>Where Ruin ploughs her gory way,<br>Where the shoots of earth are nipped in the bud,<br>Where Hell is the Victor's prey, <br>Its glory the meed of the slain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XII.<br>Fat--as the Death-birds on Erin's shore,<br>That glutted themselves in her dearest gore,<br>And flitted round Castlereagh,<br>When they snatched the Patriot's heart, that HIS grasp <br>Had torn from its widow's maniac clasp,<br>--And fled at the dawn of day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XIII.<br>Fat--as the Reptiles of the tomb,<br>That riot in corruption's spoil,<br>That fret their little hour in gloom, <br>And creep, and live the while.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XIV.<br>Fat as that Prince's maudlin brain,<br>Which, addled by some gilded toy,<br>Tired, gives his sweetmeat, and again<br>Cries for it, like a humoured boy. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XV.<br>For he is fat,--his waistcoat gay,<br>When strained upon a levee day,<br>Scarce meets across his princely paunch;<br>And pantaloons are like half-moons<br>Upon each brawny haunch. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XVI.<br>How vast his stock of calf! when plenty<br>Had filled his empty head and heart,<br>Enough to satiate foplings twenty,<br>Could make his pantaloon seams start.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XVII.<br>The Devil (who sometimes is called Nature), <br>For men of power provides thus well,<br>Whilst every change and every feature,<br>Their great original can tell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XVIII.<br>Satan saw a lawyer a viper slay,<br>That crawled up the leg of his table,<br>It reminded him most marvellously<br>Of the story of Cain and Abel.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IXX.<br>The wealthy yeoman, as he wanders<br>His fertile fields among,<br>And on his thriving cattle ponders,<br>Counts his sure gains, and hums a song;<br>Thus did the Devil, through earth walking,<br>Hum low a hellish song.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XX.<br>For they thrive well whose garb of gore<br>Is Satan’s choicest livery, <br>And they thrive well who from the poor<br>Have snatched the bread of penury,<br>And heap the houseless wanderer’s store<br>On the rank pile of luxury.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXI.<br>The Bishops thrive, though they are big; <br>The Lawyers thrive, though they are thin;<br>For every gown, and every wig,<br>Hides the safe thrift of Hell within.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXII.<br>Thus pigs were never counted clean,<br>Although they dine on finest corn; <br>And cormorants are sin-like lean,<br>Although they eat from night to morn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXIII.<br>Oh! why is the Father of Hell in such glee,<br>As he grins from ear to ear?<br>Why does he doff his clothes joyfully,<br>As he skips, and prances, and flaps his wing,<br>As he sidles, leers, and twirls his sting,<br>And dares, as he is, to appear?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXIV.<br>A statesman passed--alone to him,<br>The Devil dare his whole shape uncover, <br>To show each feature, every limb,<br>Secure of an unchanging lover.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXV.<br>At this known sign, a welcome sight,<br>The watchful demons sought their King,<br>And every Fiend of the Stygian night, <br>Was in an instant on the wing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXVI.<br>Pale Loyalty, his guilt-steeled brow,<br>With wreaths of gory laurel crowned:<br>The hell-hounds, Murder, Want and Woe,<br>Forever hungering, flocked around; <br>From Spain had Satan sought their food,<br>'Twas human woe and human blood!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXVII.<br>Hark! the earthquake's crash I hear,--<br>Kings turn pale, and Conquerors start,<br>Ruffians tremble in their fear,<br>For their Satan doth depart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXVIII.<br>This day Fiends give to revelry<br>To celebrate their King's return,<br>And with delight its Sire to see<br>Hell's adamantine limits burn. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXIX.<br>But were the Devil's sight as keen<br>As Reason's penetrating eye,<br>His sulphurous Majesty I ween,<br>Would find but little cause for joy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXX.<br>For the sons of Reason see <br>That, ere fate consume the Pole,<br>The false Tyrant's cheek shall be<br>Bloodless as his coward soul.</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=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a></strong></div>