Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REMONSTRANCE WITH THE SNAILS, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Ye little snails Last Line: "you'll think of my peas and your thievish tricks, / with tears of slime, when crossing the styx" Subject(s): Mollusks;snails | ||||||||
YE little snails, With slippery tails, Who noiselessly travel Along this gravel, By a silvery path of slime unsightly, I learn that you visit my pea-rows nightly. Felonious your visit, I guess! And I give you this warning, That, every morning, I'll strictly examine the pods; And if one I hit on, With slaver or spit on, Your next meal will be with the gods. I own you're a very ancient race, And Greece and Babylon were amid; You have tenanted many a royal dome, And dwelt in the oldest pyramid; The source of the Nile! -- O, you have been there! In the ark was your floodless bed; On the moonless night of Marathon You crawled o'er the mighty dead; But still, though I reverence your ancestries, I don't see why you should nibble my peas. The meadows are yours, -- the hedgerow and brook, You may bathe in their dews at morn; By the aged sea you may sound your shells, On the mountains erect your horn; The fruits and the flowers are your rightful dowers. Then why -- in the name of wonder -- Should my six pea-rows be the only cause To excite your midnight plunder? I have never disturbed your slender shells; You have hung round my aged walk; And each might have sat, till he died in his fat, Beneath his own cabbage-stalk: But now you must fly from the soil of your sires; Then put on your liveliest crawl, And think of your poor little snails at home, Now orphans or emigrants all. Utensils domestic and civil and social I give you an evening to pack up; But if the moon of this night does not rise on your flight, To-morrow I'll hang each man Jack up. You'll think of my peas and your thievish tricks, With tears of slime, when crossing the Styx. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CROWS WHO TRY TO BE CORMORANTS DROWN by LEE ANN RORIPAUGH THE QUEST OF THE PURPLE-RINGED by ROBERT FROST FOR A FIVE-YEAR-OLD by KAREN FLEUR ADCOCK LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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