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  1. lubomir_yonchev

    Любими стихотворения

    Хмм..., не бях наясно с тази подробност, за съжаление доколкото съм наясно не съществува превод на БГ, а аз не притежавам необходимите способности за създаването на такъв - не бих си позволил да го "оскверня" (:
  2. lubomir_yonchev

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    A Ramble in St. James's Park Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do hear From those that diet at the Bear), When I, who still take care to see 5 Drunkenness relieved by lechery, Weent out into St. James's Park To cool my head and fire my heart. But though St. James has th' honor on 't, 'Tis consecrate to prick and cunt. 10 There, by a most incestuous birth, Strange woods spring from the teeming earth; For they relate how heretofore, When ancient Pict behan to whore, Deluded of his assignation 15 (Jilting, it seems, was then in fashion), Poor pensive lover, in this place Would frig upon his mother's face; Whence rows of mandrakes tall did rise Whose lewd tops fucked the very skies. 20 Each imitative branch does twine In some loved fold of Aretine, And nightly now beneath their shade Are buggeries, rapes, and incests made. Unto this all-sin-sheltering grove 25 Whores of the bulk and the alcove, Great ladies, chambermaids, and drudges, The ragpicker, and heiress trudges. Carmen, divines, great lords, and tailors, Prentices, poets, pimps, and jailers, 30 Footmen, fine fops do here arrive, And here promiscuously they swive. brkAlong these hallowed walks it was That I beheld Corinna pass. Whoever had been by to see 35 The proud disdain she cast on me Through charming eyes, he would have swore She dropped from heaven that very hour, Forsaking the divine abode In scorn of some despairing god. 40 But mark what creatures women are: How infinitely vile, when fair! brkThree knights o' the' elbow and the slur With wriggling tails made up to her. brkThe first was of your Whitehall baldes, 45 Near kin t' th' Mother of the Maids; Graced by whose favor he was able To bring a friend t' th' Waiters' table, Where he had heard Sir Edward Sutton Say how the King loved Banstead mutton; 50 Since when he'd ne'er be brought to eat By 's good will any other meat. In this, as well as allthe rest, He ventures to do like the best, But wanting common sense, th' ingredient 55 In choosing well not least expedient, Converts abortive imitation To universal affectation. Thus he not only eats and talks But feels and smells, sits down and walks, 60 Nay looks, and lives, and loves by rote, In an old tawdry birthday coat. brkThe second was a Grays Inn wit, A great inhabiter of the pit, Where critic-like he sits and squints, 65 Steals pocket handkerchiefs, and hints From 's neighbor, and the comedy, To court, and pay, his landlady. brkThe third, a lady's eldest son Within few years of twenty-one 70 bWho hopes from his propitious fate, Against he comes to his estate, By these two worthies to be made A most accomplished tearing blade. brkOne, in a strain 'twixt tune and nonsense, 75 Cries, "Madam, I have loved you long since. Permit me your fair hand to kiss"; When at her mouth her cunt cries, "Yes!" In short, without much more ado, Joyful and pleased, away she flew, 80 And with these three confounded asses From park to hackney coach she passes. brkSo a proud bitch does lead about Of humble curs the amorous rout, Who most obsequiously do hunt 85 The savory scent of salt-swoln cunt. Some power more patient now relate The sense of this surprising fate. Gods! that a thing admired by me Should fall to so much infamy. 90 Had she picked out, to rub her arse on, Some stiff-pricked clown or well-hung parson, Each job of whose spermatic sluice Had filled her cunt with wholesome juice, I the proceeding should have praised 95 In hope sh' had quenched a fire I raised. Such natural freedoms are but just: There's something generous in mere lust. But to turn a damned abandoned jade When neither head nor tail persuade; 100 To be a whore in understanding, A passive pot for fools to spend in! The devil played booty, sure, with thee To bring a blot on infamy. brkBut why am I, of all mankind, 105 To so severe a fate designed? Ungrateful! Why this treachery To humble fond, believing me, Who gave you privilege above The nice allowances of love? 110 Did ever I refuse to bear The meanest part your lust could spare? When your lewd cunt came spewing home Drenched with the seed of half the town, My dram of sperm was supped up after 115 For the digestive surfeit water. Full gorged at another time With a vast meal of slime Which your devouring cunt had drawn From porters' backs and footmen's brawn, 120 I was content to serve you up My ballock-full for your grace cup, Nor ever thought it an abuse While you had pleasure for excuse - You tht could make my heart away 125 For noise and color, and betray The secrets of my tender hours To such knight-errant paramours, When, leaning on your faithless breast, Wrapped in security and rest, 130 Soft kindness all my powers did move, And reason lay dissolved in love! brkMay stinking vapors choke your womb Such as the men you dote upon May your depraved appetite, 135 That could in whiffling fools delight, Beget such frenzies in your mind You may go mad for the north wind, And fixing all your hopes upon't To have him bluster in your cunt, 140 Turn up your longing arse t' th' air And perish in a wild despair! But cowards shall forget to rant, Schoolboys to frig, old whores to paint; The Jesuits' fraternity 145 Shall leave the use of buggery; Crab-louse, inspired with grace divine, From earthly cod to heaven shall climb; Physicians shall believe in Jesus, And disobedience cease to please us, 150 Ere I desist with all my power To plague this woman and undo her. But my revenge will best be timed When she is married that is limed. In that most lamentable state 155 I'll make her feel my scorn and hate: Pelt her with scandals, truth or lies, And her poor cur with jealousied, Till I have torn him from her breech, While she whines like a dog-drawn bitch; 160 Loathed and despised, kicked out o' th' Town Into some dirty hole alone, To chew the cud of misery And know she owes it all to me. brkAnd may no woman better thrive brkThat dares prophane the cunt I swive! 165 J.W.
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