Partingtonian patchwork Blifkins the martyr : the domestic trials of a model husband. The modern syntax : Dr. Spooner's experiences in search of the delectable. Partington papers : strippings of the warm milk of human kindness. New and old dips from an unambitious inkstand. Humorous, eccentric, rhythmical |
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TO A CAT.
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TO A CAT.
On finding one turned up in a corner of my front yard very dead.
Thou howling, yowling, growling pussy,
Thou night and day disturbing hussy,
No more thou'lt wake the feeling fussy
With thy fierce clamor,
Driving the quietest to curse thee,
Like tongs and hammer.
Thou night and day disturbing hussy,
No more thou'lt wake the feeling fussy
With thy fierce clamor,
Driving the quietest to curse thee,
Like tongs and hammer.
Full many a night thou'st kept me waking,
My nerves like aspen leaflets shaking,
Till, some convenient missile taking,—
A jug or boot,—
I've dashed it in among ye, raking,
And made ye scoot.
My nerves like aspen leaflets shaking,
Till, some convenient missile taking,—
A jug or boot,—
I've dashed it in among ye, raking,
And made ye scoot.
Thy voice I knew, when fiercely bawling,
'Bove all thy brother's notes appalling,
There, 'mid my flowers, pulling and hauling,
And mischief making;
But thou hast stopped thy caterwauling,
And no mistaking.
'Bove all thy brother's notes appalling,
There, 'mid my flowers, pulling and hauling,
And mischief making;
But thou hast stopped thy caterwauling,
And no mistaking.
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And yet I'm sad to see thee lying,
Though long my patience thou'st been trying;
I look upon thee, no denying,
With feeling sickening,
And wonder how thou felt'st when dying
Of sudden strychnine.
Though long my patience thou'st been trying;
I look upon thee, no denying,
With feeling sickening,
And wonder how thou felt'st when dying
Of sudden strychnine.
Didst thou look back with thought regretful
At making people vexed and fretful,
Or that thy horn of joy, not yet full,
Should be capsizen?
Or grieve that thou wert such a great fool
As eat the pizen?
At making people vexed and fretful,
Or that thy horn of joy, not yet full,
Should be capsizen?
Or grieve that thou wert such a great fool
As eat the pizen?
Alas! like many a fool that's human,—
Seen every day, or man or woman,
Who grasp at pleasures fair and bloomin',—
Thou'st reckless bitten,
And found too soon that sin's consumin'
To man and kitten.
Seen every day, or man or woman,
Who grasp at pleasures fair and bloomin',—
Thou'st reckless bitten,
And found too soon that sin's consumin'
To man and kitten.
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