"If my head hurt a hair's foot Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath... Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out...."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O if we but knew what we do When we delve or hew--... Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender To touch, her being so slender, That, like this sleek and seeing ball But a prick will make no eye at all, Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I hear a good deal said about trampling this law under foot. Why, one need not go out of his way to do that. This law rises not to... the level of the head or the reason; its natural habitat is in the dirt. It was born and bred, and has its life, only in the dust and mire, on a level with the feet; and he who walks with freedom, and does not with Hindoo mercy avoid treading on every venomous reptile, will inevitably tread on it, and so trample it under foot,--and Webster, its maker, with it, like the dirt-bug and its ball.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He kicked the ball with his right foot, And catched it with his knee,... And through and through the Jew's window He gared the bonny ball flee.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He loves us not, He wants the natural touch. For the poor wren,... The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in the nest, against the owl.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »