The cows lie sweetly by the pond,
At ease, at peace (except for flies);
The glassy morning waves its wand
And bids the summer day arise.
Arise, O pesky day, arise!
The peaceful cow, with flies to bother,
The dog his worms, the hen her lice,
And Man—Man his eternal brother.
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Thursday, November 01, 2007
Disturbers of the Peace
E.B. White, Disturbers of the Peace: