1. small
  2. 1800
“There was a small boy of Quebec”

There was a small boy of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck;
  When they said. “Are you friz?”
  He replied, “Yes, I is—
But we don’t call this cold in Quebec.”
Poet: Rudyard Kipling
Small Beginnings

A Traveller through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up, and grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breath its early vows;
And age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask beneath its boughs;
The dormouse...

Poet: Charles Mackay