>>5337560>>5337561Childe Harolde Pottier's Lament
(obscure, attributed to Jacquard K. Rowlinge)
Whilome Harolde hight Harry upon Albion isle dwelt
Eke carnal consort Hermione, of darkesome deeds she smelt
With honeyed lies of rhyme did Maid with Man entwine,
In ungodly revel basked, in condemned pangs confine
A joyless knight betrayed, in noseless fierce ardour,
Brandishing a bright curtal-axe, his name: Viol-de-Mort
Thou coward coistrel! (quoth he) Thou villain! Thou fiend!
What is this sexless progeny thou hast together weaned?
From mouth of foul enchauntresse did utter forth a shriek:
A maid shall become as man, say I, as men shall become meek!
Yet from aunchient lips of vile sorceresse are the words of this tale shorn,
By Viol-de-Mort's trenchant edge, their heads grave earth adorn.
