Excerpt: ... If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? fifty thousand!"-was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation. VII Into the street the Piper stept, Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept 100 In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept To blow the pipe his ...
Excerpt: ... If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?" "One? fifty thousand!"-was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation. VII Into the street the Piper stept, Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept 100 In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled; And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. 110 Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives- Followed the Piper for their lives. From street to street he piped advancing, And step for step they followed dancing, 120 Until they came to the river Weser Wherein all plunged and perished! -Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar, Swam across and lived to carry (As he, the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, "At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe: 130 And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks: And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, 'Oh rats, rejoice! The world is grown to one vast drysaltery! So munch on, crunch on, ...
Very Good. No Jacket. 16mo-over 5¾"-6¾" Square. 290pp. book in very good condition. sage green boards with a rib effect. gilt lettering to the spine. Slightly rubbed top and tail spine. corners slightly bumped. Pastedowns and endpapers tanned. Title page has a biro circle around some dates. Biro mark on back endpaper. Top closed edge dyed but has faded.
With an introductory note by E. Dixon. xx, 290 pages, short square 8vo, very handsomely bound in older vellum-backed red cloth; small leather label and large gilt-stamped flower on spine (light foxing on fore-edge and neatly-inked name on front endpaper; otherwise a near fine copy in a very pretty binding), uncut edges, top edge gilt. London: The Walter Scott Publishing Co., (no date, circa 1897). One volume from The Canterbury Poets series, edited by William Sharp.
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