. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. rd Ive waded the marsh, And haunted each pool, and each lake—oh ! Mine is not the luck, To obtain thee, O Duck,Or to doom thee, O Drake, like a Draco ! For a field-fare Ive fared far a-field,Large or small J am never to sack bird, Not a thrush is so kind As to fly, and I findI may whistle myself for a blark-bird! 576 I nn an -^v Im !!.-?.?,???. Im flrv,Dis;n) iiiu Miiicn, anci goadedj And so weary an elf, I am sick of mvself,And with Number One seem oerlcaded. As well one might beat round St Pauls,And look out for a cock or a hen
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. rd Ive waded the marsh, And haunted each pool, and each lake—oh ! Mine is not the luck, To obtain thee, O Duck,Or to doom thee, O Drake, like a Draco ! For a field-fare Ive fared far a-field,Large or small J am never to sack bird, Not a thrush is so kind As to fly, and I findI may whistle myself for a blark-bird! 576 I nn an -^v Im !!.-?.?,???. Im flrv,Dis;n) iiiu Miiicn, anci goadedj And so weary an elf, I am sick of mvself,And with Number One seem oerlcaded. As well one might beat round St Pauls,And look out for a cock or a hen there ; I have searchd round and round All the Baronets ground,But Sir Christopher hasnt a wren there! Joyce may talk of his excellent caps,But for nightcaps they set me desiring, And its really too bad, Not a shot 1 have liadWith Halls Powder, renownd for quick nringj If this is what people call sport, Oh ! of sporting I cant have a high sense. And there still remains one More mischance on my gun—Fined for shooting without any 577
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