AN EXPLANATION
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Friend, seek not here (to feed the mind) Zoology's recondite feasts: Here you will find but common, kind, And unsophisticated beasts! Yet fresh the life of farm and grange As that which o'er the ocean roams: Take for a change a narrower range— An English book for English homes! |
THE BRITISH BULL-DOG | |
| You swing the gate; and there he stands to greet you, With growl or grin, as you are strange or known: According to your merits will he treat you— An Englishman who loves and guards his own. |
THE UN-COMMON CAT | |
| Nine lives they give the common cat? There's a rare one livelier yet than that! A cat that swings nine separate tails! And, when it's let out of the bag, it rails With so knotty a tongue that the culprit quails! |
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THE FRIENDLY HEN | |
| Some birds lay eggs in towering trees, And some in fens conceal them; The hen seeks friendlier haunts than these, Where every child can steal them. |
THE LEARNED PIG | |
| The farm's philosophy, our eyes assure us, Is simpler than in Aristotle's day: The youngest pigling follows Epicurus, And Bacon's Essays take the primrose way. |
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THE BEAUTIFUL SWAN | |
| All day she rules the pond from edge to edge, Exerting Beauty's easy privilege; Her world a mirror spread in each direction, Where she reflects upon her own reflection. |
THE VERY TAME LAMB | |
| All men, said the poet, are struck at a mint, And some coins ring flat that the coiners embellish: But the lamb is so tame he will pardon the hint— He'd be best with a little mint-sauce for a relish! |
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THE TOILSOME GOAT | |
| "You're a lively kid!" is the schoolboy jest: But the kid is driven to work one day, And the hours of harness know little rest For the stiff goat-carriage round the bay. |
THE LUCKY DUCK | |
| There was a Drake, my Duck, at Plymouth Hoe Played bowls, with Spain's Armada clear of Dover! A gamesome spirit! But to him we owe The peace your farm and all our homesteads know: For, ere the Spaniard reached our wickets, lo! Drake bowled him over! |
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COCK O' THE NORTH | |
| Cock o' the North! The dawn is young, Grey-glimmering the pane; Yet you, with your discordant tongue, Have woken me again! Good beasts are silent in their pens. Hush! Leave the boasting to the hens! |
THE SIMPLE SHEEP | |
| The sheep's like the man in the street. She will follow, and blunder, and bleat, In pursuit of her fate At the slaughter-house gate, And she learns it too late to retreat. |
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THE SERVILE COW | |
| When the cow's in the farmyard, her sense Of servility's simply immense; But you meet her again In the highway or lane, And she tosses you over the fence. |
THE GROWING COLT | |
| Rough, shaggy colt: the world is all before you: Blithe be your life, secure of oats and hay; A little crowd of people to adore you, And some green resting-place at shut of day! |
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The sun is low behind the grey-green trees. And all the farm grows quiet by degrees. Among their many lessons this is best: The animals know when and how to rest! A. W. |











