But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech-tree.
* * * * *
T. Moore.
The Taxgatherer’s Knocking.
I knew by the wig that so gracefully curl’d
Above a high cape, that the Regent was there,
And I said, if there’s ton to be found in the world,
The Dandy of fashion will look for it here—
Half the shops were shut up, and I heard not a sound,