Ecclesiastes

 Misc

Still space for verdure

Bernd das Brot

Herbstfest

Cloud to ground lightning

Glimpses of the Moon

Zanze from the Brenta

611 Shackabrack—Boach

Better goat once to modern time

And never an obolus

With ears that sweep away the morning dew

When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear

Uncouple in the western valley

So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung

My love shall hear the music of my hounds

Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells

604 My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind

I was with Hercules and Cadmus once

Crook-knee'd, and dewlapp'd like Thessalian bulls

And since we have the vaward of the day

You stick a garden-plot with ordered twigs