Echoes from the Sabine Farm by Eugene Field;Roswell Martin Field
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page 75 of 82 (91%)
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TO A BULLY You, blatant coward that you are, Upon the helpless vent your spite. Suppose you ply your trade on me; Come, monkey with this bard, and see How I'll repay your bark with bite! Ay, snarl just once at me, you brute! And I shall hound you far and wide, As fiercely as through drifted snow The shepherd dog pursues what foe Skulks on the Spartan mountain-side. The chip is on my shoulder--see? But touch it and I'll raise your fur; I'm full of business, so beware! For, though I'm loaded up for bear, I'm quite as like to kill a cur! TO MOTHER VENUS O mother Venus, quit, I pray, Your violent assailing! The arts, forsooth, that fired my youth |
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