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The Frog
by
Christina Rosetti
Page 2 of 14 Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village pond,
A large-souled Frog who spurned each byeway,
Hopped along the imperial highway.
Page 3 of 14 Nor grunting pig nor barking dog
Could disconcert so great a frog.
The morning dew was lingering yet
His sides to cool, his tongue to wet;
Page 4 of 14 The night dew when the night should come
A travelled frog would send him home.
Page 5 of 14 Not so, alas! the wayside grass
Sees him no more: - not so, alas!
Page 6 of 14 A broadwheeled waggon unawares
Ran him down, his joys, his cares.
From dying choke one feeble croak
The Frog's perpetual silence broke:
Page 7 of 14 "Ye buoyant Frogs, ye great and small,
Even I am mortal after all.
My road to Fame turns out a wry way:
Page 8 of 14 I perish on this hideous highway,-
Oh for my old familiar byeway!"
Page 9 of 14 The choking Frog sobbed and was gone:
The waggoner strode whistling on.
Page 10 of 14 Unconscious of the carnage done,
Whistling that waggoner strode on,
Whistling (it may have happened so)
"A Froggy would a-wooing go:"
Page 11 of 14 A hypothetic frog trolled he
Obtuse to a reality.
Page 12 of 14 O rich and poor, O great and small,
Such oversights beset us all:
The mangled frog abides incog,
The uninteresting actual frog;
Page 13 of 14 The hypothetic frog alone
Is the one frog we dwell upon.
