Peacock Pie, a Book of Rhymes

He bargained with the Cobbler for a lodging And soft laid down his Sack- In the Dead of Night, with none to spy or listen- From off his weary back.

UP AND DOWN The Horseman Up and Down Mrs. Earth Alas, Alack Tired Tim Mima The Huntsmen The Bandog I Can't Abear The Dunce Chicken Some One Bread and Cherries Old Shellover Hapl...

Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon: This way, and that, she peers and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her bea...