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840 Small cause of dire effect! for, surely, If ever mortal, King or Cotter, Believed that earth was charged to quake And yawn for his unworthy sake, 'Twas Peter Bell the Potter. SMALL CAUSE OF DIRE EFFECT FOR SURELY IF EVER MORTAL KING OR COTTER BELIEVED THAT EARTH WAS CHARGED TO QUAKE AND YAWN FOR HIS UNWORTHY SAKE TWAS PETER BELL THE POTTER
cked dealing; No doubt the devil in me wrought; I'm not the man who could have thought An Ass like this was worth the stealing!" 815 So from his pocket Peter takes His shining horn tobacco-box; And, in a light and careless way, As men who with their purpose play, Upon the lid he knocks. 820 Let them whose voice can stop the clouds, Whose cunning eye can see the wind, Tell to a curious world the cause Why, making here a sudden pause, The Ass turned round his head, and _grinned_. 825 Appalling process! I have marked The like on heath, in lonely wood; And, verily, have seldom met A spectacle more hideous--yet It suited Peter's present mood. 830 And, grinning in his turn, his teeth He in jocose defiance showed-- When, to upset [92] his spiteful mirth, A murmur, pent within the earth, In the dead earth beneath the road, 835 Rolled audibly! it swept along, A muffled noise--a rumbling sound!-- 'Twas by a troop of miners made, Plying with gunpowder their trade, Some twenty fathoms underground. TIAN BURIAL AND SAY THE BEST YOU CAN TIS PLAIN THAT HERE HAS BEEN SOME WICKED DEALING NO DOUBT THE DEVIL IN ME ROT I'M NOT THE MAN WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT AN ASS LIKE THIS WAS WORTH THE STEALING SO FROM HIS POCKET PETER TAKES HIS SHINING HORN TOBACCO BOX AND IN A LIGHT AND CARELESS WAY AS MEN WHO WITH THEIR PURPOSE PLAY UPON THE LID HE KNOCKS LET THEM WHOSE VOICE CAN STOP THE CLOUDS WHOSE CUNNING EYE CAN SEE THE WIND TELL TO A CURIOUS WORLD THE CAUSE WHY MAKING HERE A SUDDEN PAUSE THE ASS TURNED ROUND HIS HEAD AND GRINNED APPALLING PROCESS I HAVE MARKED THE LIKE ON HEATH IN LONELY WOOD AND VERILY HAVE SELDOM MET A SPECTACLE MORE HIDEOUS YET IT SUITED PETER'S PRESENT MOOD AND GRINNING IN HIS TURN HIS TEETH HE IN JOCUS DEFIANCE SHOWED WHEN TO UPSET HIS SPITEFUL MIRTH A MURMUR PENT WITHIN THE EARTH IN THE DEAD EARTH BENEATH THE ROAD ROLLED AUDIBLY IT SWEPT ALONG A MUFFLED NOISE A RUMBLING SOUND TWAS BY A TROOP OF MINERS MADE PLYING WITH GUNPOWDER THEIR TRADE SOME TWENTY FATHOMS UNDERGROUND
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