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作者:Carryl, Guy Wetmore


Fables for the Frivolous

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版权信息COPYRIGHT INFORMATION书名:Fables for the Frivolous作者:Carryl, Guy Wetmore排版:Clementine出版时间:2018-01-30本书由当当数字商店(公版书)授权北京当当科文电子商务有限公司制作与发行。— · 版权所有 侵权必究 · —THE AMBITIOUS FOXANDTHE UNAPPROACHABLE GRAPES  A farmer built around his crop    A wall, and crowned his labors  By placing glass upon the top    To lacerate his neighbors,       Provided they at any time       Should feel disposed the wall to climb.  He also drove some iron pegs    Securely in the coping,  To tear the bare, defenceless legs    Of brats who, upward groping,       Might steal, despite the risk of fall,       The grapes that grew upon the wall.  One day a fox, on thieving bent,    A crafty and an old one,  Most shrewdly tracked the pungent scent    That eloquently told one       That grapes were ripe and grapes were good       And likewise in the neighborhood.  He threw some stones of divers shapes    The luscious fruit to jar off:  It made him ill to see the grapesTHE PERSEVERING TORTOISEANDTHE PRETENTIOUS HARE   Once a turtle, finding plenty    In seclusion to bewitch,  Lived a dolce far niente    Kind of life within a ditch;  Rivers had no charm for him,    As he told his wife and daughter,  "Though my friends are in the swim,    Mud is thicker far than water."  One fine day, as was his habit,    He was dozing in the sun,  When a young and flippant rabbit    Happened by the ditch to run:  "Come and race me," he exclaimed,    "Fat inhabitant of puddles.  Sluggard! You should be ashamed.    Such a life the brain befuddles."  This, of course, was banter merely,    But it stirred the torpid blood  Of the turtle, and severely    Forth he issued from the mud.  "Done!" he cried. The race began,    But the hare resumed his banter,THE PATRICIAN PEACOCKSANDTHE OVERWEENING JAY  Once a flock of stately peacocks    Promenaded on a green,  There were twenty-two or three cocks,    Each as proud as seventeen,  And a glance, however hasty,    Showed their plumage to be tasty;  Wheresoever one was placed, he    Was a credit to the scene.  Now their owner had a daughter    Who, when people came to call,  Used to say, "You'd reelly oughter    See them peacocks on the mall."  Now this wasn't to her credit,    And her callers came to dread it,  For the way the lady said it    Wasn't recherché at all.  But a jay that overheard it    From his perch upon a fir  Didn't take in how absurd it    Was to every one but her;  When they answered, "You don't tell us!"    And to see the birds seemed zealousTHE ARROGANT FROGANDTHE SUPERIOR BULL  Once, on a time and in a place    Conducive to malaria,  There lived a member of the race    Of Rana Temporaria;      Or, more concisely still, a frog      Inhabited a certain bog.  A bull of Brobdingnagian size,    Too proud for condescension,  One morning chanced to cast his eyes    Upon the frog I mention;      And, being to the manner born,      Surveyed him with a lofty scorn.  Perceiving this, the bactrian's frame    With anger was inflated,  Till, growing larger, he became    Egregiously elated;      For inspiration's sudden spell      Had pointed out a way to swell.  "Ha! ha!" he proudly cried, "a fig    For this, your mammoth torso!  Just watch me while I grow as bigTHE DOMINEERING EAGLEANDTHE INVENTIVE BRATLING  O'er a small suburban borough    Once an eagle used to fly,  Making observations thorough    From his station in the sky,  And presenting the appearance    Of an animated V,  Like the gulls that lend coherence    Unto paintings of the sea.  Looking downward at a church in    This attractive little shire,  He beheld a smallish urchin    Shooting arrows at the spire;  In a spirit of derision,    "Look alive!" the eagle said;  And, with infinite precision,    Dropped a feather on his head.  Then the boy, annoyed distinctly    By the freedom of the bird,  Voiced his anger quite succinctly    In a single scathing word;  And he sat him on a barrow,    And he fashioned of this sameTHE ICONOCLASTIC RUSTICANDTHE APROPOS ACORN  Reposing 'neath some spreading trees,    A populistic bumpkin  Amused himself by offering these    Reflections on a pumpkin:  "I would not, if the choice were mine,  Grow things like that upon a vine,  For how imposing it would be  If pumpkins grew upon a tree."  Like other populists, you'll note,    Of views enthusiastic,  He'd learned by heart, and said by rote    A creed iconoclastic;  And in his dim, uncertain sight  Whatever wasn't must be right,  From which it follows he had strong  Convictions that what was, was wrong.  As thus he sat beneath an oak    An acorn fell abruptly  And smote his nose: whereat he spoke    Of acorns most corruptly.  "Great Scott!" he cried. "The Dickens!" too,  And other authors whom he knew,





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