The cudgel in my nieve did shake, Each bristl'd hair stood like a stake, When wi' an eldritch, stoor quaick, quaick, Amang the springs, Awa ye squatter'd like a drake, On whistling wings. Let warlocks grim, an' wither'd hags, Tell how wi...
The humorous poetry of the english language - Стр. 248
авторы: J. Parton - 1856
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