English poem
Dermot
No more that brier thy tender leg shall rake: (I spare the thistles for Sir Arthur's sake) Sharp are the stones; take thou this rushy mat; The hardest bum will bruise with sitting squat.
Versos English Jonathan Swift Dermot
Versos English Jonathan Swift Dermot
English poem
No more that brier thy tender leg shall rake: (I spare the thistles for Sir Arthur's sake) Sharp are the stones; take thou this rushy mat; The hardest bum will bruise with sitting squat.