Category: Poetry
Oberon and Puck
How happy is our lot, Beneath our vines and fig-trees, In this suburban spot, Among so many big trees! Our landlord’s very kind, His speech is mild and gentle, He never was inclined To go and raise the rental.
Chapters
1. ACT I.
How happy is our lot, Beneath our vines and fig-trees, In this suburban spot, Among so many big trees! Our landlord’s very kind, His speech is mild and gentle, He never was incl...
2. ACT II.She gazed upon the burnished brace Of plump ruffed grouse he showed with pride Angelic grief was in her face: “How _could_ you do it, dear?” she sighed. “The poor, pathetic, mov...