• From the French by Elizur Wright
    A COBBLER sang from morn till night:
    ’T was sweet and marvellous to hear;
    His trills and quavers told the ear
    Of more contentment and delight,
    Enjoyed by that laborious wight,
    Than e’er enjoyed the sages seven,
    Or any mortals short of heaven.
    His neighbor, on the other hand,
    With gold in...

  • COBBLER


    Stork, I am justly wroth,

       For thou hast wronged me sore;

    The ash roof-tree that shelters thee

       Shall shelter thee no more!


    STORK


    Full fifty years I 've dwelt

       Upon this honest tree,

    And long ago (as people know!)

       I brought thy...