Heads and tales; or, Anecdotes and stories of quadrupeds and other beasts


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Seite 199 - CHILD'S STORY. (WRITTEN FOR, AND INSCRIBED TO, w. M. THE YOUNGER.) i. HAMELIN Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city ; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side ; A pleasanter spot you never spied ; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin, was a pity.
Seite 199 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Seite 207 - An' bleak December's winds ensuin', Baith snell and keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash!
Seite 216 - Bess had a courage and confidence that made him tame from the beginning. (I always admitted them into the parlour after supper, when, the carpet affording their feet a firm hold, they .would frisk, and bound, and play a thousand gambols, in which Bess, . being remarkably strong and fearless, was always superior to the rest, and proved himself the Vestris of the party.
Seite 208 - And lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promised ^joy. Still thou art blest, compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, och ! I backward cast my ee, On prospects drear ! And forward, though I canna see, I guess and fear.
Seite 207 - Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi
Seite 10 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Seite 208 - That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld! But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Seite 90 - Like a lady's ringlets brown, Flow thy silken ears adown Either side demurely Of thy silver-suited breast Shining out from all the rest Of thy body purely. Darkly brown thy body is, Till the sunshine striking this Alchemise its dulness, When the sleek curls manifold Flash all over into gold With a burnished fulness.
Seite 199 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.

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