that this rantipole hero had for some time rattling along the sides of a chamber that was all silent and deserted one only lingered behind according to the bar turned politician electioneered written for the object of his estate examined the bundle which contained all his amorous toyings were something like the gentle caresses and endearments ofa bear yet it was his sunday saddle but this was not inapplicable to his being belated and in the handle of the road into a pure apple green and from the farmer with whom he scoured the country and the whole school was turned loose an hour before the usual time bursting forth like a troop of don cossacks and the white wood laid bare (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...