Pawns Four Poetic Plays
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Young Beggar: It is dying, dying, that city.
He turns to the other.
How Can a man keep sharp in the mind, and spring On chance when it comes, with a patchy cow For mate, a soft and humble thing? Nimble fingers, a hand to strike, Then money, money . . . Blast you, speak, You, mild as a bee old butcher shrike Has pegged on a thorn . . . What do you seek In the eyes of a copper image, made By some juggling fellow with fancy brains?
He stares at the GOD. All right, old image, I'm not afraid . . .
2...9 PAWNS I 'm not for your flock . . . The belly's pains Are masters may not be served by sleep . . Old drowsy god ... I must fight, and plan, And lie, and be cunning, and peer, and creep For starving 's a dirty death for a man. ^ Old Beggar: There 's many a man with a 'buzz- ing hive Of thoughts in his brain that are nothing at all. Young Beggar: Damn you, be still! . . . You dead-alive Old grinning god, I'm what you'd call A fellow with gift of argument, And I tell you he should be hurrying now, Ransacking the world, not a mere consent, A space unpeopled, a rusty plough .
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Young Beggar: It is dying, dying, that city.
He turns to the other.
How Can a man keep sharp in the mind, and spring On chance when it comes, with a patchy cow For mate, a soft and humble thing? Nimble fingers, a hand to strike, Then money, money . . . Blast you, speak, You, mild as a bee old butcher shrike Has pegged on a thorn . . . What do you seek In the eyes of a copper image, made By some juggling fellow with fancy brains?
He stares at the GOD. All right, old image, I'm not afraid . . .
2...9 PAWNS I 'm not for your flock . . . The belly's pains Are masters may not be served by sleep . . Old drowsy god ... I must fight, and plan, And lie, and be cunning, and peer, and creep For starving 's a dirty death for a man. ^ Old Beggar: There 's many a man with a 'buzz- ing hive Of thoughts in his brain that are nothing at all. Young Beggar: Damn you, be still! . . . You dead-alive Old grinning god, I'm what you'd call A fellow with gift of argument, And I tell you he should be hurrying now, Ransacking the world, not a mere consent, A space unpeopled, a rusty plough .
What to read after Pawns Four Poetic Plays?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Drinkwater John to read onlineMoreLess
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