The Poems of John Godfrey Saxe: Complete in One Volume

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Ticknor and Fields, 1868 - 465 pages

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Page 261 - the Elephant Is very like a rope!" And so these men of Indostan Disputed loud and long, Each in his own opinion Exceeding stiff and strong, Though each was partly in the right, And all were in the wrong...
Page 259 - The second feeling of the tusk, Cried, "Ho! what have we here So very round and smooth and sharp? To me 'tis mighty clear This wonder of an elephant Is very like a spear!
Page 259 - It was six men of Indostan To learning much inclined, Who went to see the Elephant (Though all of them were blind), That each by observation Might satisfy his mind. The First approached the Elephant, And happening to fall Against his broad and sturdy side. At once began to bawl: "God bless me! but the Elephant Is very like a wall !" The Second, feeling of the tusk, Cried "Ho!
Page 465 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Page 120 - A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table than when his wife talks Greek.
Page 34 - Depend upon it, my snobbish friend, Your family thread you can't ascend, Without good reason to apprehend You may find it waxed at the farther end By some plebeian vocation ! Or, worse than that, your boasted Line May end in a loop of stronger twine, That plagued some worthy relation ! XVI.
Page 57 - Singing through the forests, Rattling over ridges, Shooting under arches, Rumbling over bridges, Whizzing through the mountains, Buzzing o'er the vale ; Bless me ! this is pleasant, Riding on the Rail ! ^RAPE')OF THE LOCK.
Page 69 - TT was an honest fisherman, *- I knew him passing well, — And he lived by a little pond, Within a little dell. A grave and quiet man was he, Who loved his hook and rod, — So even ran his line of life, , His neighbors thought it odd. For science and for books, he said He never had a wish, — No school to him was worth a fig, Except a school of fish.
Page 63 - Dust to dust," the parson said, And all the people wept aloud. For he had shunned the deadly sin, And not a grain of over-toll Had ever dropped into his bin, To weigh upon his parting soul. Beneath the hill there stands the mill, Of wasting wood and crumbling stone ; The wheel is dripping and clattering still, But JERRY, the miller, is dsad and gone.
Page 52 - He reads my daily paper through Before I've seen a word; He scans the lyric (that I wrote) And thinks it quite absurd; He calmly smokes my last cigar, And coolly asks for more; He opens everything he sees Except the entry door!

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