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Title: William De Morgan and his wife
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Stirling, A. M. W. (Anna Maria Wilhelmina)
Subjects: De Morgan, William Frend, 1839-1917 De Morgan, Mrs. (Evelyn) De Morgan family
Publisher: New York : H. Holt and Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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(2) (2A) (3) • . . . Then my Guide :— Lo, monsters twain (No. i) beside the Infernal gateWho circle rotary in hideous dance !Father are they and daughter, Death and Sin,WTaom Satan passed in INIilton. I forgetIts whereabouts i the poem ; but its there I ** THE OLD MANS YOUTH Then in the brazen lock the key revolvedCourteous. Then I— Sweet father, what is this Shape ?And to me he— Cerberus . . . .Athwart the path it stood, a form to aweThe stoutest (No. 2a), who had fallen on the path *On it beholding. . , . • ••••••••1 * Now had we left the noonday sunsets ray (No. 3)Sinister, all a-pause on Cancers ZoneBetwixt Astrea and the Scorpions signIn juxtaposition. There with digit raisedVirgil— Behold ! I looked and saw a throngOf Ghosts tumultuous (No. 4), females rushing onHeadlong towards a dungeon. Who are these,Sweet pedagogue ? said I ; and he to me— 67 (No. 2)
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• The H^oines of Romance, who expiate.Here in this circle, mawkishness above.Then we approached, and those sad Shades cried out— Alas ! Alas ! that ever we were bores ! Then I— Among ye are there any hereOf Florence, or of any other town In Italy, or out of it ? — Yea we ! and one— Yea, IWas Agathas Husbands Wife, an awful bore,A woeful and abominable bore. And I was Mrs. Halifax, lady, cried another.Then a third and smaller one— And I was Muriel in the self-same novelAs she who last addressed thee. Then they allWith one accord, set up a mournful song— Go tell Miss Mulock * to ha done, and makeNight hideous with her bores no more ! And I,One other cried, was Esther SummersonIn Dickenss Bleak House, a conscious minxA mock-meek bore, a moralizing bore.O shouldst thou. Mortal, eer to earth return.Implore my Author that he neer againW^rite sentiment ! She vanished and we passedOnward . . . . » Footnols by De Morgan. Michael Angelo appears to have misunder-stood this passage

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