speaks them still, — they are all he knows: Beef!—like the Punch and Judy man, Pork!—like the Giant Cormoran. When the summer sun is sinking low, And you see it red through the apple-boughs,The farm-boy starts with glee to go To the old stone pasture for the cows,With his eye on high to the… … THE XIGIITHA WK. By slow degrees, in a wavering way,Like an errand boy inclined to play;And at every height of his jerky flight,Till he rises almost out of sight,That comical cry comes down the sky,Like an arrow from Dianas sheaf:Beef! Beef! Standing under, you look and wonder How far will he rise…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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