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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Railroad Eclogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: What brought thee back, lad?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son: Father! the same feet<br>As took me brought me back, I warrant ye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: Couldst thou not find the rail?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son: The deuce himself<br>Who can find most things, could not find the rail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: Plain as a pike-staff miles and miles it lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son: So they all told me. Pike-staffs in your day<br>Must have been hugely plainer than just now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: What didst thou ask for?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son: Ask for? Tewkesbury,<br>Thro Defford opposite to Breedon-hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: Right: and they set ye wrong?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son: Me wrong? not they;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The best among 'em should not set me wrong,<br>Nor right, nor anything; I'd tell 'em that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: Herefordshire's short horns and shorter wits<br>Are known in every quarter of the land,<br>Those blunt, these blunter. Well! no help for it!<br>Each might do harm if each had more of each . .<br>Yet even in Herefordshire there are some<br>Not downright dolts . . before the cider's broacht,<br>When all are much alike . . yet most could tell<br>A railroad from a parish or a pike.<br>How thou couldst miss that railroad puzzles me,<br>Seeing there lies none other round about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son: I found the rails along the whole brook-side<br>Left of that old stone bridge across yon Avon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: That is the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son: There was a house hard-by,<br>And past it ran a furnace upon wheels,<br>Like a mad bull, tail up in air, and horns<br>So low ye might not see 'em. On it bumpt,<br>Roaring, as strait as any arrow flits,<br>As strait, as fast too, ay, and faster went it,<br>Arid, could it keep its wind up and not crack,<br>Then woe betide the eggs at Tewkesbury<br>This market-day, and lambs, and sheep! a score<br>Of pigs might be made flitches in a trice,<br>Before they well could knuckle.<br>Father! Father!<br>If they were ourn, thou wouldst not chuckle so,<br>And shake thy sides, and wipe thy eyes, and rub<br>Thy breeches-knees, like Sunday shoes, at that rate.<br>Hows'ever. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: 'Twas the train, lad, 'twas the train.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son: May-be: I had no business with a train.<br>'Go thee by rail,' you told me; 'by the rail<br>At Defford' . . and didst make a fool of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father: Ay, lad, I did indeed: it was methinks<br>Some twenty years agone last Martinmas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+Savage+Landor">Walter Savage Landor</a><div class=q>
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Son: Father! the same feet
As took me brought me back, I warrant ye.

Father: Couldst thou not find the rail?

Son: The deuce himself
Who can find most things, could not find the rail.

Father: Plain as a pike..."></div>
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