The Pied Piper of Hamelin, and Other Poems Every Boy's Library

If a stranger passed the tent of Hóseyn, he cried "A churl's!" Or haply "God help the man who has neither salt nor bread!" --"Nay," would a friend exclaim, "he needs nor pity no...

To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool's side that begot him? For whom did he cheer and laugh else, While Noll's damned troopers shot him?

If this is borrowed by a friend Right welcome shall he be To read, to study, _not_ to _lend_ But to return to me. Not that imparted knowledge doth Diminish learning's store But...

For this can stab up the stomach's soft, While the left hand grasps the pastern. A rise on the elbow, and--now's the time Or never: this turn's the last turn!