The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme The witch of Shiloh, the last of the Wampanoags, the gentle earl, the enchanted voyage |
1. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
18. |
19. |
20. |
21. |
22. |
23. |
24. |
25. |
26. |
27. |
28. |
29. |
30. |
31. |
32. |
33. |
34. |
35. |
36. |
37. |
38. |
39. |
40. |
41. |
42. |
43. |
44. |
45. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
18. |
19. |
20. |
21. |
22. |
23. |
24. |
25. |
26. |
27. |
28. |
29. |
30. |
31. |
32. |
33. |
34. |
35. |
36. |
37. |
38. | XXXVIII |
39. |
40. |
41. |
42. |
43. |
44. |
45. |
46. |
47. |
48. |
49. |
50. |
51. |
52. |
53. |
54. |
55. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
18. |
19. |
20. |
21. |
22. |
23. |
24. |
25. |
26. |
27. |
28. |
29. |
30. |
31. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
18. |
19. |
20. |
21. |
22. |
23. |
24. |
25. |
26. |
27. |
28. |
29. |
30. |
31. |
32. |
33. |
34. |
35. |
36. |
37. |
38. |
39. |
40. |
41. |
42. |
43. |
The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme | ||
XXXVIII
Yes, there he lay, defunct and gory,
A mastodon, an adult male;
And whoso doubts the wonder-story
May see the skeleton at Yale.
Right welcome was the brawny sinner
To Downing, hungrier than a stork;
He sliced a tenderloin for dinner,
And used his sword for knife and fork:
The only knight of all the ages
Since Eros sang to fife and tabor,
Or Clio told of Ares' rages,
Who carved a mammoth with his sabre.
A mastodon, an adult male;
And whoso doubts the wonder-story
May see the skeleton at Yale.
Right welcome was the brawny sinner
To Downing, hungrier than a stork;
He sliced a tenderloin for dinner,
And used his sword for knife and fork:
The only knight of all the ages
93
Or Clio told of Ares' rages,
Who carved a mammoth with his sabre.
His hunger gone, he dozed a bit,
And then resumed his westward track,
Regretting much his wizard hack,
Although the brute was hard to sit;
For still, through morning's veil of grey,
Or sunset's glowing fleece of red,
He often saw the Indian fay
Flit weary on, not far ahead,
And, had his steed not taken leave,
He might have bagged her any eve.
And then resumed his westward track,
Regretting much his wizard hack,
Although the brute was hard to sit;
For still, through morning's veil of grey,
Or sunset's glowing fleece of red,
He often saw the Indian fay
Flit weary on, not far ahead,
And, had his steed not taken leave,
He might have bagged her any eve.
The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme | ||