How dreary to be Somebody! How public like a Frog To tell one's name the livelong June To an admiring Bog!
He changes his opinions as he does his friends, and much on the same account. He has no comfort in fixed principles; as soon as anything is settled in his own mind, he quarrels with it. He has no satisfaction but the chase after truth, runs a question down, worries and kills it, then quits it like a vermin, and starts some new game, to lead him a new dance, and give him a fresh breathing through bog and brake, with the rabble yelping at his heels and the leaders perpetually at fault.william hazlitt
There is at least a punky spark in my heart and it may blaze in this autumn gold, fanned by the King. Some of my grandfathers must have been born on a muirland for there is heather in me, and tinctures of bog juices, that send me to Cassiope, and oozing through all my veins impel me unhaltingly through endless glacier meadows, seemingly the deeper and danker the better.john muir
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it; And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland; And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland The sweet little shamrock, the dear little shamrock, The sweet little, green little, shamrock of Ireland!andrew cherry
They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.
How dreary — to be — Somebody! How public — like a Frog — To tell one's name — the livelong June — To an admiring bog!
How dreary to be Somebody! How public like a Frog To tell one's name the livelong June To an admiring bog!