English poem
Xii
And so this Ox, in frantic mood, Fac'd round like any Bull! The mob turn'd tail, and he pursued, Till they with heat and fright were stew'd, And not a chick of all this brood But had his belly full!
Versos English Samuel Taylor Coleridge Xii
English poem
And so this Ox, in frantic mood, Fac'd round like any Bull! The mob turn'd tail, and he pursued, Till they with heat and fright were stew'd, And not a chick of all this brood But had his belly full!