In Kohln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang’d with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
All well defined, and several stinks!
Ye Nymphs that reign o’er sewers and sinks,
The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, Nymphs, what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Power Of Thought
- The Gift by Sara Teasdale
- On The Morning Of Christs Nativity poem – John Milton poems
- A Dream Of England poem – Alfred Austin
- Xai Kou From Book Seeds Of Faith
- To a Certain Civilian. by Walt Whitman
- Юлия Жадовская – Лучший перл таится
- Gesture Theory A Villanelle
- Ye Mariners of England by Thomas Campbell
- 1777 poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Письмо к любимой Молчанова, брошенной им
- Кондратий Рылеев – Князю Смоленскому
- Tell me not here, it needs not saying poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- Vayu The Wind
- Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802 by William Wordsworth
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