ISBN: 9781236833976

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 66 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… More...

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 66 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: . . . they were dead; This system of exchanges--theres no saying To what more solid bartert would have led, But that a river, vext with boils and swellings At rainy times, kept peace between their dwellings. m. So they two played at wordy battledore And kept a curse forever in the air, Flying this way or that from shore to shore; Nor other labor did this holy pair, Clothed and supported from the lavish store Which crowds lanigerous brought with daily care; They toiled not, neither did they spin; their bias Was towrd the harder task of being pious. IV. Each from his hut rushed six score times a day, Like a great canon of the Church full-rammed With cartridge theologic, (so to say, ) Touched himself off, and then, recoiling, slammed His hovels door behind him in a way That to his foe said plainly, --you U be damned; And so like Potts and Wainwright, shrill and strong The two D--Dd each other all day long, v. One was a dancing Dervise, a Mohammedan, The other was a Hindoo, a gymnosophist; One kept his whatdyecallit and his Ramadan, Laughing to scorn the sacred rites and laws of his Transfluvial rival, who, in turn, called Ahmed an Old top, and, as a clincher, shook across a fist With nails six inches long, yet lif ted not His eyes from off his navels mystic knot. VI. Who whirls not round six thousand times an hour Will go, screamed Ahmed, to the evil place; May he eat dirt, and may the dog and Giaour Defile the graves of him and all his race; Allah loves faithful souls and gives them power To spin till they are purple in the face; Some folks get you know what, but he that pure is Earns Paradise and ninety thousand houries. VII. Upon the silver mountain, South by East, Sits Brahma fed upon the sacred bean; He. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<