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- 65308661 - not-logged-in-98e861c4e0e73aef92a7
- 65311748 - Zagglezig
- WINNER - 65319779 - j_l_alfred
- 65322202 - PenguinCo.
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65308661 - not-logged-in-98e861c4e0e73aef92a7
65311748 - Zagglezig
Pastorals in Hampton CourtOr medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Balances of men and animal.
The fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry,
There beyond the farm fence running,
Or near the charter house making honey.
Turning the heavy pages of a book of hours
We find didactic and natural beasts:
In margins informal among flowers
Or acting oddly with human vest.
La Fontaine clinched his fables
With a moral, just but often cruel.
Later poets looked under the table
Into the eyes of cats and felt fools.
A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or bell;
A monkey chatters, but it is not trash,
And the ladies laugh at what he tells.
We marvel at falcons' wings
And shepherds sagely admire
The bouncy beast who draws rings
Round sheep. I could go on. But tire.
Elephants and unicorns must thrive
Existing both for themselves and homilies.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.
It is the same with owls who stand
Patient emblems of Minervan wit
And yet, when free of symbols, are, I understand,
Wild, hungry, lyrical, and white.
WINNER - 65319779 - j_l_alfred
Pastorals in Hampton CourtOr medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Badances of man and animal.
The fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry,
There beyond the farm fence running,
Or near the charter house making honey.
Turning the heavy pages of a book of hours
We find didactic and natural beasts:
In margins informal among flowers
Or acting oddly with human vest.
la Fontaine clinched his fables
With a moral, just but often cruel.
later poets looked under the table
Into the eyes of cats and felt fools.
A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or bell;
A monkey chatters, but it is not trash,
And the ladies laugh at what he tells.
We marvel at falcons' wings
And shepherds sagely admire
The bouncy beast who draws rings
Round sheep. I could go on. But tire.
Elephants and unicorns must thrive
Existing both for themselves and homilies.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.
It is the same with owls who stand
Patient emblems of Minervan wit
And yet, when free of symbols, are, I understand,
Wild, hungry, lyrical, and white.
65322202 - PenguinCo.
Pastorals in Hampton CourtOr medieval morals
Revive the primitive or start
Balances of man and animal.
The fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry,
There beyond the farm fence running,
Or near the charter house making honey.
Turning the heavy pages of a book of hours
We find didactic and natural beasts:
In margins informal among flowers
Or acting oddly with human vest.
La Fontaine clinched his fables
With a moral, just but often cruel.
Later poets looked under the table
Into the eyes of cats and felt fools.
A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp of bell;
A monkey chatters, but it is not trash,
And the ladies laugh at what he tells.
We marvel at falcons' wings
And shepherds sagely admire
The bouncy beast who draws rings
Round sheep. I could go on. But tire.
Elephants and unicorns must thrive
Existing both for themselves and homilies.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.
It is the same with owls who stand
Patient emblems of Minervan wit
And yet, when free of symbols, are, I understand,
Wild, Hungry, lyrical, and white.
65324454 - rcohn
Pastorals in Hampton CourtOr medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Balances of man and animal.
The fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry,
There beyond the farm fence running,
Or near the charter house making honey.
Turning the heavy pages of a book of hours
We find didactic and natural beasts:
In margins informal among flowers
Or acting oddly with human vest.
In Fontaine clinched his fables
With a moral, just but often cruel.
Later poets looked under the table
Into the eyes of cats and felt fools.
A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or bell;
A monkey chatters, but it is not trash,
And the ladies laugh at what he tells.
We marvel at falcons' wings
And shepherds sagely admire
The bouncy beast who draws rings
Round sheep. I could go on. But tire.
Elephants and unicorns must thrive
Existing both for themselves and homilies.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.
It is the same with owls who stand
Patient emblems of Minervan wit
And yet, when free of symbols, are, I understand,
Wild, hungry, lyrical, and white.