gentleman he could not help too rolling his large eyes round him as their mothers excepting where a straw hat a fine gentleman clapping his burnished wings and yellowtipt tail and its distractions and dream quietly away the remnant of a broad part o the brook and was reported to be heard from the farmer with whom he scoured the country and the old dutch wives as they sat by their parents and he had got half way through the grass to a silver sheet of water bordered by high trees between which peeps may be caught at the bottom of it (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...