What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly,... Milledulcia: A Thousand Pleasant Things Selected from "Notes and Queries" - Page 193 by Robert Conger Pell - 1857 - 416 pages Full view -
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