Christopher Smart Poems
|2.||A Morning Hymn||11/17/2015|
|3.||The Sweets Of Evening||1/3/2003|
|4.||Where's The Poker?||1/3/2003|
|6.||Epistle To Mrs. Tyler||1/3/2003|
|7.||The Long-Nosed Fair||1/3/2003|
|9.||From Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, Lines 695-768||1/20/2003|
|10.||On My Wife's Birth-Day||1/3/2003|
|11.||Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 1||1/3/2003|
|12.||Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 2||1/3/2003|
|13.||Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 4||1/3/2003|
|14.||Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 3||1/3/2003|
|15.||A Song To David||1/3/2003|
|16.||On A Lady Throwing Snow-Balls At Her Lover||1/3/2003|
|17.||Jubilate Agno: Fragment A||1/3/2003|
|18.||Jubilate Agno (Excerpt)||1/1/2004|
|19.||For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (Excerpt, Jubilate Agno)||1/3/2003|
For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (Excerpt, Jubilate Agno)
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
On My Wife's Birth-Day
'Tis Nancy's birth-day--raise your strains,
Ye nymphs of the Parnassian plains,
And sing with more than usual glee
To Nancy, who was born for me.
Tell the blythe Graces as they bound,
Luxuriant in the buxom round;
They're not more elegantly free,
Than Nancy, who was born for me.