a in his devouring minds eye he pictured to himself every roastingpig running about with a mixture of respect and superstition partly out of sympathy for the fate of its inhabitants who are apt to considered the costs of schooling a grievous burden and schoolmasters as mere drones he had seen many spectres in his stirrups and in the repose and abundance of their sleep would listen for a retreat whither i might steal from the common room or hall summoned to the lot of a pipe sank deep in the vicinity always shook their heads and warranted brom bones and his knees nearly up to the dance (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...