YE little snails,
With slippery tails,
Who noiselessly travel
Along this gravel,
By a silvery path of slime unsightly,
I learn that you visit my pea-rows nightly.
Felonious your visit, I guess!
And I give you this...
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From the Ancient Irish by William Hamilton Drummond THE CAR, 1 light-moving, I behold, |
The Sea crashed over the grim gray rocks, Shell, and sea-weed, and sparkling stone, |
This Indian weed, now withered quite, The pipe, so lily-like and weak, |
[The Ms. of this poem, which appeared in 1820, was said to have been found in the Museum of the Royal College of Surgeons, in London, near a perfect human skeleton. It was published in the Morning Chronicle. The author was never discovered, although a reward of fifty guineas was offered.]... |
From “The Kaléder of Sheperdes,” 1528 HE that many bokes redys, |
To the Idol of My Eye and Delight of My Heart, Anne Hathaway 1 WOULD ye be taught, ye feathered throng, |
Lord Lovel he stood at his castle gate, “Where are you going, Lord Lovel?” she said, |
Come, listen to me, you gallants so free, As Robin Hood in the forest stood, |
O PADDY 1 dear, an’ did you hear the news that ’s goin’ round? |